Four years ago, Zhou Huan, who had just graduated from the third grade of junior high school, was pressed on the head by his old mother and sent to the opposite door to make up lessons; four years later, he was caught on the spot by his former "little teacher" as a thief who picked locks.
Zhou Huan looked at the upright He Yiran in front of him, licked the corner of his mouth calmly, bent his eyes and said,
"Brother, don't you remember me?"
Intention: fate is wonderful beyond words