C1197 The past of the Boss

"That's it for now," Lo Chuan said, sipping the fruit tea that Yao Ziyan had freshly poured for him.

"It's quite a unique tale," Yao Ziyan remarked, cradling her cup of fruit tea, her face appearing ethereal through the swirling steam.

She wasn't particularly moved by the story Lo Chuan had shared, probably because she had long known that the boss was not of this world.

"Boss