After searching through data for a whole day, Ye Chen was already exhausted, and unknowingly, it was already time to get off work. Ye Chen washed his face with cold water and found it a bit chilly. Unknowingly, it was already mid-November, with autumn arriving late and the leaves turning yellow. The leaves on the trees outside were gradually turning yellow. Autumn had arrived. Ye Chen sighed, as autumn is a season of harvest, but what had he harvested this season? It still seemed he was empty-handed.
No!
Ye Chen immediately refuted, he was not empty-handed. Over the past year, he found his own love, which was Ruo. And a group of passionate brothers, Feng Zhixiao, Daxia, Haozi, Dahei...
Ye Chen's lips curled into a satisfied smile.
