In the grand scheme of things, Han Jing's actions may or may not have had much to do… and that was how the man wanted it to be. A small world… for a small man? He didn't consider him small, but neither was he great either.
If someone knew him, then they'd figure out that he was just like anybody else. Pretty mundane in his desires for a better life, but there was nothing exactly wrong with that either.
An average person, with an average life—okay, that was kind of pushing it.
His life was a lot more different now.
After the Mid-Autumn festival, Mou Gu arrived at the Shen Society's office when he discovered that Han Jing was snoring his hours away in front of the PC—completely serious about sleeping there instead of being with his family—while the pink haired man was still dealing with a 'hangover'.
