He was gone, but then someone exactly like him appeared. Was it fate or coincidence?
Different eras and different circumstances meant their lives were destined to follow different paths...
Excerpt 1:
"Which Qing dynasty prince are you?"
"I don't know..."
He ran a hand over his gleaming forehead, thought for a long time, then managed three words.
Excerpt 2:
"What do people do at a nightclub?"
Ahem...
"What does Your Highness think people do at a nightclub?"
"Isn't it a place where people hold meetings at night?"
"That's what the words mean..."
"Then what do male escorts do?"
Zhang Lin never would have guessed that someone so refined would ask that question. It's far too easy to teach him bad habits...
