Beijing, the main entrance of Hongdinghuiyuan.
Lu Shunhua tightened his sleeves and looked back at the car with a complicated expression.
Jiang Heng pulled his sleeve: "Can you listen to my explanation?"
"Explanation?"
Lu Shunhua was more than surprised, he simply found it ridiculous: "Don't do this... Mr. Jiang, do you need me to remind you how despicable you were back then?"
Jiang Heng was speechless.
Suddenly, a sense of absurdity and anger surged into his heart. Lu Shunhua slammed the car door, leaving his red eyes and his lost youth behind him.
Six years ago.
Jiang Heng went to Beijing full of hatred and wildness, and pierced the sky with a sharp knife.
Six years later.
It turns out that at the moment when he thought he had won, fate had forced him to make an irreversible choice.
——The bloody writing was just for fun. Choices may not be good or bad, only very bad and worse.
Intention: Some problems cannot be chosen as soon as they arise. The left hand is a tragedy, and the right hand is also a tragedy. Will someone be willing to stay, and the other person will happen to turn back. I look forward to a miracle in tragedy.