He threw away his cigarette end and washed his hands in the toilet sink. Then he threw a handful of water on his face and rubbed it hard for several times. He looked up In the mirror, my face was wet, the hair on my forehead was dripping with water, and my stubble was about half a centimeter, so decadent and tired. The man in the mirror is so down and out. His white Jinlilai shirt has lost its original color, but he looks like a tramp. Now, I’m a bum I’m a fugitive, to be exact. Who could have thought that the second young master of Chu haochu’s family would be like this now. No one would have thought of it, not even myself. But that’s how it happened, and my destiny suddenly changed just four days ago.