What.....
is the most desperate way to die in this world?
Jiang Nian has something to say.
This time, it's really as if he's been caught red-handed by a Japanese, calling someone else's daughter out in the middle of the night.
Here, he was sweating coldly.
Li Qingrong was quite calm, or rather indifferent. As if mentioning a relative, but definitely not her mother.
She stood there, without looking that way.
A woman stepped out of the shadows, looking very young. A middle-aged beauty, slightly curly hair, and a dignified, fair face.
She was wearing a black coat paired with a white turtleneck sweater. There was no logo, but it looked incredibly fitting at a glance.
There was no sign of age on her face. After stopping, her gaze swept towards Jiang Nian. Her every move exuded the noble elegance of a young lady from a wealthy family.
"Hello."
Jiang Nian's eyelids twitched, "Hello, Auntie."
