He was not just different. It was as if he was reborn.
When he walked in the past, his head was lowered, and his clothes were stained with dirt and blood. He looked even sweatier and dirtier during the summer.
But look at him now! He was clean and refreshed. He walked over with his head held high and chest out. Who wouldn't praise him for his good demeanor?
Not to mention the saber at his waist, which made him look even more domineering.
Heng Yi greeted his neighbors and got on his horse, riding to the fast food restaurant.
This was the fast food restaurant that he wanted to open himself. He would manage it all by himself. Sometimes, he would ask Han Qiao for advice.
Because the business philosophy was the same, Han Qiao, as a veteran, knew more than him.
"The boss is here."
Third Brother Hu chuckled.
Heng Yi smiled at him.