C657 Confine He Xing

"Hold the horse."

"That's my woman."

"Don't even think about it."

The rich second generation young master beside him asked Jiang Xuanhao.

Jiang Xuanhao said with a dark expression.

"Your woman?"

"Hahaha …"

"Jiang Xuanhao, you must have a fever, right?"

"Is there a man with that beauty?"

"Did you see that?"

"That beauty is holding onto that man's hand