"Oh, this lousy place is still the same as before." Xiang Qingbei muttered in a low voice, with a cynical tone in his voice. He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and black sweatpants, and a pair of sneakers with fast-worn soles. He was tall and slender, his skin was a healthy wheat color, and his facial features were well-defined, especially his eyes, which were astonishingly bright. But at the moment, he was deliberately squinting, pretending to be timid and new to the city, like a country boy who had never seen the world.
