Ling Chuan really swore fiercely, he would never, ever look for that woman again!
Even if An Ziqing died on the street, he would absolutely not go to collect her body! Absolutely not!!
Where exactly wasn't he good enough to her!
Why did she keep hurting him like this!
In his hand was a photograph, the woman in the picture was An Ziqing, her long hair draping down, the ends slightly curled.
That was the first time she curled her hair.
She insisted on taking a photo to commemorate it.
He was the one who took the picture for her with his phone.
He admitted, her hairstyle looked beautiful!
"Young Master Feng!" Footsteps sounded from outside the door.
A handsome young man walked in from the outside.
His purple hair was extremely dazzling under the sunlight.
The servants at the door couldn't help but look at him frequently.
Seeing the servants looking at him, the young man seemed used to it, raised the corners of his lips and winked at them, one eye blinking with a blue light.
