Meet Mr. Su

On a summer night, a full moon hangs in the sky. Its faint light is like a thin sandman, fluttering and shining on the earth, like a layer of broken silver sprinkled with sparkles. The gentle breeze blowing in is extraordinarily fresh and cool. The food street that has been noisy all day is now sleeping soundly and recuperating in the embrace of the earth, and the cicada cries clinging to the tree trunks can be heard in my ears. Bai Ling leaned on the glass door boredly, folding her arms, looking up at the night sky at a 45-degree angle, her mind drifting away, and she caught a glimpse of a man standing not far away from her peripheral vision. "Are you an employee of Yijiake?" "... Yes." "I am the hand...