Who could have imagined that the person before us, in such a wretched and miserable state, was not long ago the vibrant Project Director, standing in a luxurious Beiji high-rise office building and often featured in financial news and business reports.
He was also the now infamously notorious traitor in the business world—Jin Chen.
The man also clearly recognized the person standing before him, the one who had just pulled him from under the feet of a gang of hooligans and from beneath the wheels of speeding motorcycles—it was Shen Xian.
He stared at Shen Xian for a while, the biting cold wind seemingly sobering him up a bit. His disheveled appearance bore a trace of self-mockery upon seeing someone familiar.
"Heh heh…"
Shen Xian stood under the light, looking down at the man whose presence had inadvertent thrown him into turmoil, his shocked expression genuine.
"I didn't expect to see you here, Director Jin."
