C322 Trapped

"Photos?" Jian Yun did not react at first.

"Look at WeChat!" Wu Wenjing was burning with anxiety.

A few seconds later, Jian Yun's phone rang. She opened it and saw that Wu Wenjing had sent her a few photos.

Jian Yun recognized Huo Liancheng almost at a glance. He was too dazzling. He was like a natural king. No matter where he was, he could not hide his noble aura. At this moment