Walking closer, it was him. Older, the childhood roundness of his face replaced by something, sharper, but it was unmistakably him.
Nie Huaisang, JC's childhood friend and tge person he had hoped to marry one day.
"I. . ." He was speechless.
Fuck. Looming at his watch, he had lost track of time during his run and now he was definitely going to be late to work.
Despite being the big boss, JC hated acting like it, so usually he was there before everyone else.
Picking up his pace he was in tge middle of calculating +
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Everything had been too much. It always turned out like this.
Phone calls, burnt documents, packed bags.
There wasn't a specific reason Huaisang could blame for the decision he had taken a few days ago. +
But when he didn't, Jiang Cheng felt his slowing hear rate speed back up.
It couldn't be him. It was never him. Except this time, maybe. . .
"Huaisang?" Shit, he said that so much louder than anticipated and now the man was turning around. +