Bai Xiaosheng sat at the window of the café, gazing at the distant Zhongjing Media Tower.
It had only been a year and a few months since he left, not such a long time.
Returning, he found everything in complete disarray.
With an expressionless face, Bai Xiaosheng picked up his coffee cup and took a small sip.
The taste was astringent. It slaughtered his taste buds.
Bai Xiaosheng glanced at his cup; he hadn't ordered black coffee, yet it was extremely hard to drink!
Indeed, mood determined flavor.
Putting down the cup, Bai Xiaosheng looked at the reflection of himself on the glass window, his complexion truly unsightly.
"Gao Siyu," Bai Xiaosheng murmured softly, his gaze flickering sharply.
This time, his return was preceded with a courtesy call to Xiahou Qi's side.
Just before his departure, Xiahou Qi had Wang Mubei send him a few words.
Bai Xiaosheng remembered clearly.