It was half a year after I came to this city that I met Shang. I accidentally joined a group of people after work, but he accidentally guessed my verification answer correctly and added me as a friend in a daze.
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He is an advertising designer. He is a social gangster. He drank until he was drunk every day. He not only had a first lady, but a second lady. Etc. I learned all this from other people's mouths, not because I asked them deliberately, but through casual chats. So what do I mean to him? I didn't pay any attention to it either. It doesn't matter anyway.
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I started to like him. When he spoke some ambiguous language to me again, I responded to him with the same ambiguous language.
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