Han Yong and Ma Honglian had gone out to visit relatives, driving their Qiu7, its trunk and back seat filled with various gift boxes.
When people had just had a taste of success and were eager to show it off, they couldn't bear to stay at home for a moment longer; they had to make a few rounds in front of all their acquaintances before they felt satisfied.
His parents were like this, and Han Lie was somewhat the same.
He opened his suitcase, pulled out a shirt he had never worn before, ironed it until it was immaculate, and then put it on.
It was a mass-produced shirt from Isaia, made from top-quality fabric. It wasn't particularly expensive, just over 6,000 yuan, but the color was incredibly audacious—a bold crimson.
Han Lie, whose physique had been enhanced by his cheat, wore the slim-fit shirt so it stretched tautly over him, his pectoral muscles clearly visible.
