Now that he’s back in Beijing, it’s time to tell them the places that made him suffer a few years ago, and those people, Zhang Han…he’s back, and it’s you who need to look up, an existence that is so high that it cannot be touched.

"good!"

Zhang Han looked at Zi Yan, smiled twice, stretched out his hand to touch her white cheeks, and then touched her cute little head, then turned and walked out the door.