Lu Qingyan thought of Jiang Nanshu, who despite her apparently approachable and warm demeanor,
found this woman to be extremely inaccessible.
Thus, he scoffed at Liang Ciqiu's words, walking past the large central fountain with one hand in his pocket, "Don't argue with me. If you can, bring her in front of me."
Jiang Nanshu couldn't even catch his eye, so how could she fancy Liang Ciqiu, the dark illegitimate child?
As this thought settled, he felt a moment of awkwardness in his heart. What was he thinking, when did he ever need a woman's approval?
Eager for his attention, one after another.
Liang Ciqiu was taken aback for a moment, his eyes downcast, flashing with guilt.
It was probably impossible for Su Ran to come in front of Lu Qingyan.
Last night, she called out Lu Qingyan's name all evening.
Liang Ciqiu's heart was crazed with jealousy, like a shadowy thief, he didn't even dare to stand openly in front of Su Ran.
