After a while, a black car slowly drove over, parking nearby.
Two young men got out of the car, one helped Mo Qishen into the car, the other loaded the bicycle into the trunk.
"Are you okay?" came a concerned voice from the driver's seat.
"I'm fine." Mo Qishen, enduring a headache, continued, "First, take me back to the manor."
"Alright, please wait a moment." The driver glanced at the man's frosty face through the rearview mirror, couldn't help but wonder, was this really the same man who had been toasting and offering cigarettes to the group of construction workers at the small noodle restaurant only an hour ago?
Was it really the same person?
The companions in the passenger seat obviously thought about the same question, they exchanged a glance, both seeing doubt in each other's eyes.
...
Lately, Lin Pingping's skin condition was getting better and better. At a class reunion, her classmates could barely recognize her.
"My god! Pingping, your skin is incredible!"