Murong Xiang gritted her teeth, "Jiang Wang, what did you do to my son?!"
So early in the morning, and her son actually wanted to take a bath?!
Jiang Wang exclaimed his innocence, "Auntie, I didn't do anything to your son!"
If something was done, it wasn't by him!
There was someone else!
Murong Xiang was furious, "I don't care, hurry up and send him back to me, clean and tidy. If he's dirty, see how I deal with you. Boohoo, my dear son..."
Jiang Wang: "..."
Listening to Murong Xiang's tone, it was as if he had already done something to Jun Yan.
Just then, Jun Yan came out of the bathroom, covered in mist.
He was wearing a black bathrobe, the robe hanging open from the collar to his chest, revealing faint muscle lines that exuded a tension of sexiness and wildness.
Beads of water still dripped from his collarbone and chest, each drop clear and sparkling.
This was his fifth shower since last night.
