That midsummer, the sycamore trees outside the window were blooming extremely lushly, and the scorching sun overhead was also extremely warm. Ning Ran thought that the person who was least likely to meet her was her mother's college friend. The two of them inexplicably met again, and they were still at the same table.
Xu Sang: Hi, new deskmate.
Intention: Danmei/men's men