Not only was he taller, but he was much more mature. Even his eyes were steady.
He was handsome, dashing, and tall. He pushed open the glass door of the cafe and walked in, attracting the gazes of countless young ladies along the way.
"You have good eyesight. You can tell at a glance that I'm ten centimeters taller." After not seeing her for a year and a half, Yang Heng thought that they would feel unfamiliar with each other. When she smiled at him, he knew that he was wrong.
There was no unfamiliarity, only the joy of good friends reuniting.
Song Zhiqiu, who came with him, was about to pull out a chair and sit opposite Ye Jian when Yang Heng pushed him into the seat.
"Brother, you're burning the bridge after crossing it! Without me, how could you have contacted Ye Jian?!" Song Zhiqiu staggered to his seat and complained to Ye Jian. "Ye Jian, my cousin, is not a kind person. You have to stay away from him.
