"Will Aunt and Uncle be coming back? That's wonderful." Leng Xingshuang appeared even happier than Gu Bichen.
In Gu Bichen's usually calm and unruffled gaze, there was finally a ripple. He pursed his lips and said, "Alright, I'll come back earlier."
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Inside a private room at the Crown Club.
Smoke filled the air, making those present cough and their eyes tear uncontrollably.
The young boy stood stiffly, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. His handsome and refined face was sickly pale, veins bulging at his temple.
The boy was enduring.
"Such tender skin, how old are you this year?" A man's greasy and teasing voice broke the silence, causing discomfort.
Ding Meng immediately responded with a sycophantic smile, "This kid is thirteen this year. Don't be fooled by his small and skinny appearance—he's been dancing since childhood, even has abs! If you don't believe me, let me lift his shirt to show President Han."
The boy remained rigid, motionless.
