"If you want to stand next to the sun, then you're in the wrong place; the sun should be to the north."
Jiang Chen made a humorous remark.
To the north of South Korea, indeed, there is a chubby "Golden Sun."
"Oppa～"
Zhu Xuan glanced at him, not deliberately, but it was this kind of natural charm that was most captivating.
At this moment, Jiang Chen couldn't help but admire her attitude—always positive and optimistic, providing her friends with warmth and strength. Many girls, when faced with such situations, might just end up crying along.
"Who was the Junxiang you were talking about just now?"
Jiang Chen looked at the rushing Han River beneath him.
"Oppa understands Korean?"
Zhu Xuan was surprised.
"I don't understand it."
Zhu Xuan looked at him in confusion.
"But the pronunciation of your names isn't much different from Chinese."
Zhu Xuan came to an understanding.
