Jiang Shouzhong frowned and said, "Does this swordsmanship still help her regain sanity now?"
Jiang Wan retorted, "You can be her only, but can she be your only?"
Jiang Shouzhong was taken aback, awkwardly scratching his head.
Jiang Wan snorted coldly and said:
"There's nothing wrong with a man being fickle, but can he be heart-focused? If he likes someone, he should seriously like her. Whoever is in front of him, he should just focus on her and not think of others. Women's intuition is sharp; eating from the bowl and thinking about the pot is the most loathsome kind of love."
Having served two beautiful women consecutively, Jiang Shouzhong humbly listened to the reprimand and repeatedly affirmed.
Jiang Wan also understood that her words were like playing the lute to a cow, sighed lightly, "Meeting you, is the greatest misfortune in Qingchen's life. Meeting her, is also the greatest misfortune in your life."
"No, it's the greatest fortune."
