C280 Flowered Shirt and Iron Horse

Wu Shimo had departed.

The middle-aged man was the epitome of restraint.

Exchanging gifts, sharing a drink, and engaging in small talk.

He steered clear of any serious discussion, giving the impression he had merely come to catch up with an old friend, grab something, and then casually take his leave.

He managed to avoid burdening Di Zheng with any sense of obligation