Looking at the resume in his hand, Ouyang Qing didn't know what Xiao Zijin was thinking. His eyes had long been attracted by the woman named Xu Zijin. Her eyes were as bright as a fox when she smiled. How could he forget that, although she had long lost her girlish childishness, she was still pure and beautiful. She had just rashly entered his eyes in his last year of high school.
Eight years later, Xu Zijin appeared in front of him again. He laughed at him in front of others and refused to take revenge. His surname was not Ouyang.