C192 Conspiracy

Jiang Yansheng stood at the corner of the street and watched as Wang was stroking Shen Lu's hair. His lips moved as if he had said something, causing Shen Lu to immediately lift her red lips, as if he was saying something.

She deserved it.

Jiang Yan Sheng's gaze swept across the two of them. Curious as if he were scratching a cat, he coincidentally saw a man wearing a black felt hat beside him