"The rain pours all night, my love overflows like the rainwater
The fallen leaves in the yard, stack up as thick as my longing
A few words of right and wrong, can't cool my passion
You appear on every page of my poetry~
..."
Before Xie Liuhai stepped into the room, a pleasant song could be heard, not coming from Boss Zhou's voice. But it had its own flavor.
Was it Mr. Wang?
Mr. Wang is so....
With curiosity, Xie Liuhai followed Brother Zhong into the room and what caught his eye was an antique large table, on which was placed a Taihu rock. Its form was unusual but full of charm.
And behind the rock, a man in sportswear was humming the song and writing with a brush.
From behind, this man seemed tall and carried an air of ease, but the song he sang, though sounding quite nice,
didn't seem to match his demeanor.
"Mr. Wang. I've brought the person over," Brother Zhong stated softly from behind Mr. Wang.
