C288 What a Terrible Move

The night in Jin Garden was full of spring. The woman's voice was low and melodious, and the man's voice was hoarse and rough.

It continued until dawn.

In the Jiang Family's villa, Mrs. Jiang woke up early.

She turned on the light and looked at the antique clock hanging in the room. It was only four in the morning.

Last night, Mrs. Jiang did not sleep until two in the morning