C185 No Matter How Perfect the Fantasy Was It Was Just a Lie

Jiang Shijin had thought about what would happen if she met Xiao Jing again.

But she definitely did not think that it would be today.

That woman was still as delicate as a painting. She had light makeup on her face and her red lips were hooked. Her hair was tied up in a bun and she looked imposing. It was as if a strong woman could not be surpassed