Ye Mian, when Qiao Yao called his name for the first time, his upper and lower lips touched and separated naturally. This person was as unreliable as his name, it sounded soft and meaningless. His happy and smooth life for the past seventeen years was not very good. When he met people who lived like rats in the gutter, it was needless to say that he would be disgusted with them, let alone see him use those little tricks. They have always been two kinds of people, the north and south poles, the two ends of the earth. The encounter was caused by the mischief of this bizarre world. So if the two poles are out of balance, who will break the rules first?