"I'll go to the bathroom," Chen Muhan said to the photographer in a low voice.
Chen Muhan walked quickly out of the studio and walked faster and faster. At this time, he only wanted to get away from the crowd as soon as possible.
He came to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. His delicate face outlined a beautiful figure. Dressed in gallantry, he was no longer as humble as he was when he was a teenager, and there was no worry about money in his heart with him. He grew up, became mature, but now he had a pair of eyes that he couldn't understand anymore.
She couldn't cry because she knew how to make up. Moreover, tears weren't suitable for a proud Chen Muhan.
The invitation card fell to the pile of waste paper.
It was late at night, a clear and bright night.
When the warm
