C22 Merchant
"Sigh, Qingge," Zhang Zhen called out, craning his neck as Mo Qingge walked away.
"Come on, it's like flowers pining for love while the stream flows on, indifferent. Don't waste your effort," Leng Huaping advised. "You should appreciate what you have right now. Let's go."
With that, Leng Huaping ushered Zhang Zhen into her car.
"Drive, head to Wangfujing Street
