"When a good man is hurt, all who consider themselves good must suffer with him."------------Euripides
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Su Junxin did not expect to run into Shao Hanchen here. She didn't even recognize him at first glance.
After all, the way Shao Hanchen looked now was quite different than when she had last seen him a few months ago—back then, he was still one of the leading contenders for the Shao Family inheritance, standing amongst a group of seasoned businessmen in a sharp suit and polished shoes, his demeanor exuding the unmatchable prestige and arrogance exclusive to the children of the wealthy. But now, with the same buzz cut as these soldiers, multiple streaks of unevenly applied face paint, dirt and leaves smeared on his clothes and a bandage wrapped around his arm, he looked rather worse for wear.
But, thanks to him, Su Junxin was saved from a fair amount of trouble—
