On January 2, 2015, at 10:11 am, Yuan Chengyan was blankly rotating a ballpoint pen in his hand in a public lecture hall of a famous university in Hangzhou, waiting for class to start.
He was in a foul mood. His old man, Yuan Zhengming, had called him again yesterday, admonishing him not to splash out his money recklessly. It annoyed him that even though he was in University now, his father was keeping tabs on him in every aspect. How was it possible that this could make Yuan Chengyan feel at ease?
"The old fogey is really nagging…"
Muttering to himself absent-mindedly, Yuan Chengyan shuddered, almost flinging the rotating ballpoint pen out of his hand.
"Old Yuan, what daydream are you living now?"
His good friend Fu Chuan, with a mischievous smirk on his face and with zero politeness, plonked himself down next to him and asked, "Are you sneaking a peek at some beauty again? Where, where is she?"
