C87 Must Go?
Auntie Wu's heart skipped a beat. She quickly pushed Jian Zhiyan away and respectfully bowed. "I'll go to the kitchen now and bring the dishes out."
After Aunt Wu had left, when Jian Zhiyan turned back to look at the man, the man still had not moved.
Jian Zhiyan walked to the back of the sofa and lightly tapped the man's shoulder with her slender and beautiful index finger