Returning to Beijing

He had inexplicably become the center of attention. Our Brother Wang Yan's mood was really... of course, it was very good!

Not returning to his hometown was like walking at night in embroidered clothes.

To be honest, when Wang Yan saw Liu Weilong's black face, he couldn't help but be happy.

In fact, that guy was already a piece of trash. He was no longer worth holding a grudge against, even less worthy of going to great lengths to target.

They were not on the same level at all. beating him up was equivalent to giving him face.

However, Liu Weilong was Wang Yan's high school classmate after all. In those three years, he was like a huge mountain that weighed down on Wang Yan's head. The meaning was exceptionally different.

Now that he had leaped over and stood on the peak of the mountain looking down, the once proud son of heaven could only obediently squat down in humiliation and helplessness.

It was enough to make him feel good!