At two o'clock, Shen Han appeared in the clothing store on time.

Mojun was looking at his watch at night with his legs crossed. The Old God was looking at his watch. "It's really coming out of the army. The idea of time is good. It's not much in a minute, not much in a minute, just right."

Shen and Han were indifferent, but their eyes swept to another figure, as if they hadn't seen themselves, bowing their heads and playing with their mobile phones.

He couldn't resist a curvature in the corner of his mouth, and the way he avoided things remained the same as when he was a...