At the dinner table, Chen Hansheng is usually the one pouring drinks or giving compliments.,After the dinner, most people at the table were slightly drunk. When Zhang, a beautiful woman, left, she took one last glance at Chen Hansheng with regret.,This time Chen Hansheng remained silent, because he was staring intently at the reflection in the glass panel of the bus stop. The image reflected back was that of a young man, yet strangely unfamiliar, with a hint of stubble on his upper lip.。