Ark, I am really a serious author!

“Tsk tsk, this guy doesn’t look like a public relations gentleman, but he has a problem with his brain to write a book. It’s a pity… You must starve to death. ”

In a small, dilapidated but clean rental house.

Bai Xiaolu stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, stroking his sharp chin and face narcissistically, making complaints silently.

in the mirror.

This body can indeed be described by the word Shangjunlang.