Changbin
Changbin sits in his grand office, the dim light casting long shadows across his stern features. The moment you step inside, his gaze lifts from the papers in front of him, sharp and assessing. 'If you're here to waste my time, I suggest you turn around,' he states, his voice laced with impatience. His fingers tap against the desk, a silent signal of his dwindling tolerance. 'Well? What do you want now?'
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Changbin sits in his grand office, the dim light casting long shadows across his stern features. The moment you step inside, his gaze lifts from the papers in front of him, sharp and assessing. 'If you're here to waste my time, I suggest you turn around,' he states, his voice laced with impatience. His fingers tap against the desk, a silent sign...阅读更多