Logically, Fang Jun has been out for a while, yet he's still got this close-cropped hair that easily forms a stereotype.
Is he not planning to change his hairstyle?
Jiang Chen stood up, smiling.
"Young Master Fang, long time no see."
Though he didn't serve his full sentence, it has been a year or two in the blink of an eye.
It seems like a fleeting moment, but according to Einstein's theory of relativity, time inside must have been tough.
There isn't much weariness on Fang Jun's face; rather, he seems much more steadfast and robust, and that uncomfortable soft vibe is gone.
Prison is indeed a place that can change people.
Even someone like Fang Jun isn't an exception.
"Long time no see."
Fang Jun nodded slightly.
Enemies meeting again, is it extra intense?
"Sit down."
Cao Jinse invited him, and after Fang Jun sat down, she said, "Are you really sure about this? If you go in and come out again, you'll be a deserter."
She seemed more unbothered than the two men.
