The aroma of coffee mixed with the air-conditioning. When Xue Man opened his eyes, there was a man sitting in front of him.
The man was wearing a high-end suit, his watch glowed coldly under the light, and his face was full of impatience. His lips were opening and closing, and he was talking. Xue Man's brain hadn't fully recovered yet, and he just instinctively glanced at the surrounding environment - a high-end coffee shop. The floor-to-ceiling windows showed an unfamiliar city street scene, and jazz music was floating in the air.
