C150

The moment he stepped out of the door, he saw a middle-aged D citizen who was well-dressed. He looked like a sheepdog, with a hooked nose, two small eyes that were bright yet gloomy, and a head full of white hair. He seemed to be in a hurry as if he was looking forward to something important.

When I looked at him, I knew he wasn't a simple person. His broad forehead protruded his deep shrewdness