C1435 Not a Match at All

Jiang Zhenfeng put down the military song in his hands and looked back at the evening sky outside the window with a faint smile.

"If you were still here, you'd probably laugh at me."

At this moment, the study room door was pushed open and Nan Wuming slowly walked in.

Looking at Jiang Huan, Nan Wuming smiled gently, "Your Highness is here