I was sixteen years old when I first met Jiang Han. He was my sister's perfect fiancé and tenderly handed me a candy; after ten years of business ups and downs, I became his most difficult competitor, and he hated me to the core; until the secret room of his study was accidentally exposed - the wall full of my photos were meticulously collected, with the date ending tomorrow: "Plan Clearance Day." His calm order came from the monitor: "Su Wan must disappear." I chuckled and pressed the phone: "Brother-in-law, guess what the candy you ate six years ago was?"
