The moonlight was charming, and there was a wind flowing around the tranquil Bo City, giving it the gentility and elegance possessed only by a southern city. The mountains outside of the city were endless.
Tomorrow was the day that was extremely important to his life.
The children of poor people didn’t have a Coming-of-Age Ceremony. However, from everyone else’s perspective, he already had a decent Coming-of-Age Ceremony, being the supportive role to the disciple of a rich family.
From everyone else’s perspective, he was undoubtedly crouching on the floor, acting like a footpad for Yu Ang’s shiny leather shoes, so that Yu Ang could appear even more outstanding amongst his peers.
However, was that really true?
Lifting the beer in his hand, Mo Fan raised his head to pour the ice cold beer down his throat.