Zhang Yushen drove the car, leaving the Zhang Group branch office in Guangzhou.
Yushen's mind is now focused on the figure of Sifeng, his little brother. Yushen still clearly remembers how he behaved towards Sifeng last night.
Could it be that his brother took Yushen's words seriously? Ah, maybe, considering that Sifeng has always been a sensitive and easily offended person.
As Zhang Yushen passed a handicraft stall, Yushen's eyes fell on a mask neatly displayed in the display case. The mask is made of glass.
"The mask is similar ...."
Zhang Yushen stopped the car. Yushen intends to buy Sifeng a glass mask. Even though the glass mask was very different from Mijun Sensei's glass mask.
Yushen clearly remembered how Sifeng was very angry, because Yushen's beloved glass mask was accidentally broken by Yushen.
"Finally, I also got a bribe for Sifeng," Yushen muttered.
