Jiang Xu never expected that Chen Wan would come. Jiang Xu raised his eyes and looked at Chen Wan's dark coat. Now Chen Wan had lost all his youthfulness. The light in the private room shone on his broad shoulders, but Jiang Xu could not raise his eyes upwards. I remember that four years ago, Chen Wan stood like this. The aura around him was too cold to get close, but he held Jiang Xu's hand so persistently and told him over and over again not to be so cruel to him. Suddenly, a rich laughter sounded in his ears: "Mr. Chen, please take a seat over here..." His thoughts were suddenly pulled back. This time he couldn't help but look at Chen Huan. His eyes were stunned, but he found that Chen Huan was staring at him with unclear emotions and sat opposite him. Chen was arrogant and his temperament was colder than before. Jiang Xu thought slowly like this, but his face remained calm, as if nothing had ever happened between them.
Intention: You are not good at expressing yourself