The road was slippery underfoot, and Jiang Yi walked very carefully.
Wen Suihan extended his hand towards her. Jiang Yi looked down at his palm and then placed her own hand on top of it.
Their hands clasped together, and the dryness of Wen Suihan's palm made Jiang Yi feel very comfortable.
She no longer worried about the difficult road ahead, smiled at Wen Suihan, and entrusted herself to him without hesitation.
Zhou Zimu's eyes had already reddened at the corners.
The intimacy in front of him destined him to be an outsider who couldn't squeeze in.
Yet Sheng Jiao kept babbling questions: "Zhou Zimu, aren't you going to speak? What exactly is your relationship with that woman? Is she deliberately trying to seduce you?"
With the comparison, Sheng Jiao seemed even more annoying.
After Zhou Zimu reluctantly withdrew his gaze from Jiang Yi's back, he had no kind expression left for Sheng Jiao.
He said to Sheng Jiao, "You want to know who she is, right? Well, I'll tell you now."
