C59 If the Young Master Is a Pig Head I'll Run

When the clock rang six, Tang Chen hurriedly got up from his bed, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and busied himself for a long time. Only when he saw the clear and refreshing image of himself in the small mirror, did he smack his lips in satisfaction, stepped on the thin cotton to run into his room. He carefully took out the suit Chu Lingfeng had bought for him from the cabinet