C105 Goodbye little wen

Wu Dong turned his head and saw a middle-aged man sitting under a flower rack pavilion not far away. He had a cigar in his mouth and held onto a newspaper in his hand.

The man was dressed in a black, dark-striped, handmade suit with a dark blue kerchief on the pocket.

It was a light blue shirt with the collar wide open.

His hair was neatly combed