He was garbed in a combination of gold and red that looked as if it had been painted with a layer of reflective paint. His pants, reminiscent of bell-bottoms, dragged on the floor, hiding his shoes. He was somewhat handsome with a mature appeal, but his hairstyle… Tang Qing couldn't muster the energy to complain anymore.
A rooster hairstyle?
A rather apt name that is self-explanatory - the precise describing ability of the Chinese language is indeed profound.
"It's not time yet, do you think the clothes I've designed look cool…" Ge Feng surprisingly traded a few words with Mu Jian and his spouse, then straightforwardly added Chai Ren's name: "Chai Ren, I remember you, it's been several years since your last visit."
"Work has been hectic these past few years, I've been traveling all over the world, meeting business obligations. It's amazing, Ge Feng, how your memory serves you so well. This is my wife, Zhan Xi." Chai Ren shook hands with Ge Feng and greeted him warmly.
