C1267 The Lord Is a Saintly Man

After kissing someone and running away, how could there be such a thing? Ann Wuyang gritted his teeth as he watched Jiang Yong's leaving figure. After that, every expression revealed grievance.

It was extremely thick.

And because of Jiang Yong's kiss, Ann Wuyang stopped thinking about food and tea.

"Why is he still trying to extend his hand to cover his true self …" Halfway through his words