Huh? August 12th, he felt that this date... seemed to be not so simple?
As Zhang Te walked in the elevator, he was scanning his brain for any events related to this date.
It wasn't his birthday, nor his mother's birthday. Han Jingnian's birthday just passed, and Mrs. Han's birthday was in winter... They didn't sign any significant contracts on this day either...
Upon returning to his room via the elevator, Zhang Te stripped off his grubby clothes. As he was about to take a shower in the bathroom, through the swirls of steam, the date "August 12th" kept flashing before his eyes.
It wasn't the birthday of an important person, nor was it an important day at work. Could it be... a day worth commemorating?
But apart from the 57 failed dating experiences, he had nothing special worth commemorating...
Lost in his thoughts, Zhang Te didn't notice that he'd squeezed an entire bottle of shower gel onto himself.
By the time he snapped back to reality, he was half submerged in bubbles.
