C299 Gong Mingxuan's Phone Call

A remote but lively street with all kinds of houseflies just open for business.

Gong Mingxuan was wearing an ordinary white short t-shirt, and there was some oil stains on his chest. He was eating noodles. His beard, which had not been shaved for a long time, was growing on his face, adding some vicissitudes to his life.

No one could recognize that he was the gentle young master of Gong family