I, an HR of a major Internet company who believes in KPIs and SOPs, was forced by my mother to complete an arranged marriage using the ultimate metaphysics of "cutting off the confession." The target, Jiang Linyuan. Occupation: Freelance. In the photo, he is sitting on a broken horse with a rag strip of cloth written "Dayan Imperial Kiln Antique Handmade" behind him, smiling like a cultural relic just dug out of the ground.
I wailed inwardly: Have even arranged marriages been involved in the field of metaphysics these days?
And you want to call him "Dayan Dynasty" by name?
Isn't that an imaginary dynasty that only exists in niche historical forums?
