Jiang Chenyue, in an endless torment, hatefully reached out to steady herself on a streetlight by the road, as if only by doing so could she barely remain standing without falling.
"Mrs. Jiang."
At this time, a surprised voice arose beside her.
Jiang Chenyue was taken aback for a moment, and looked toward the source of the voice.
Suddenly, she was met with a pair of wolf-like eyes.
Li Shengxiao?
"Are you not feeling well?" The soft and clingy voice was distinctly different from that of a man's.
It was this voice that had just called out to her.
Jiang Chenyue shifted her gaze from the tall and handsome man, and unconsciously met a pair of bright eyes, eyes she was not at all unfamiliar with, having encountered them three times today!
"You..."
She glanced at Rong Yan, then her eyes swiftly swept over the man beside her, and a thought subconsciously popped into her mind.
