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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.,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.,After everything in his stomach was vomited, Chen Hansheng's mind gradually cleared, and Wang Zibao's current image finally began to overlap with his memory.。