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As Chen Hansheng was about to start the car, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a name card. It turned out to be from Miss Zhang, a beautiful woman he had met at a social event.,Thinking about it, under the influence of liquor's aftertaste, Chen Hansheng unconsciously turned the steering wheel.,This time Chen Hansheng remained silent, because he was staring intently at the reflection in the glass panel of the bus stop. The image reflected back was that of a young man, yet strangely unfamiliar, with a hint of stubble on his upper lip.。