C919 I Was Followed

"Friend? The one called Wahson?" Jin San slowly let go of Zhang Enjing.

Zhang Enjing nodded, "Yes, I don't know why he called me here."

Jin San narrowed his eyes, his eyes were slightly cold.

Zhang Enjing slightly tidied her clothes and draped it over her shoulders to make a nest for the cat.

She frowned slightly and touched the skin under her sleeve