C132 Move Xue Chen Again

In a famous club in Fengxiang City, Zhang Hui sat by the window of the teahouse, quietly looking at the ant-like pedestrians and cars downstairs. His expression was calm and graceful.

But from the outside, he was definitely a perfect man. Whether it was his looks or his family background, he was a perfect man.

But from the bottom of his heart, everything was hard to say.

After all