Chen Hansheng smiled, then tapped lightly. The exquisite card flew through the air in an arc and landed on the ground, only to be run over by the Land Rover tire without hesitation.,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.,As Chen Hansheng looked around at the scene before him, combined with the songs playing on the streets, his head suddenly felt a little dizzy. This cliché plotline had actually happened to him. A wave of nausea hit him again, and Chen Hansheng couldn't help but walk to the side of the road and vomit.。