"I know that in every event like this, I am a supporting role among the supporting roles. I feel a little sad every time, but I cherish it every time."
Shen Qing looked at the text message on his phone, looked up and saw that he had entered the elevator, turned around and stood in front of the glass. He was the only one in the elevator wearing a neat suit and a black bow tie. His hands were in his pockets, his chin was slightly raised, his posture was relaxed, but his eyes were looking at the ground. The beam of light shot down from the middle. There were shadows on his eyebrows and under the bridge of his nose. He could not see his eyes clearly, but he had a cold face. The security guards of the ceremony stood around, which made his image of a lonely nobleman look helpless. Shen Qing smiled, he was really born to eat this bowl of rice.