What a beautiful woman, and so young. Looking at her pretty face, he really wanted to reach out and touch it.
Ah, but she is Leng Yan's wife. He could only look and not touch, at most just fantasize a little in his heart.
Old bastard!
Ji Wei felt nauseated by Zhou Boliang's gaze, cursed him in her heart, while her eyes followed Wen Nuan and Leng Yan, a cold smile on her lips: intimate lovers, huh?
"Yan, who is that person?" Wen Nuan asked.
The gaze made her extremely uncomfortable.
"Him..." Leng Yan turned his head, planning to look at Zhou Boliang, but froze slightly; it was as if he had seen a familiar shadow, yet it seemed like a trick of the mind. It was just a fleeting glimpse, and the shadow was gone.
Ji Wei hid in a private room, her heart pounding.
She mustn't let Leng Yan see her, or she would have no chance to turn things around.
"Yan, what's wrong?" Wen Nuan gazed at Leng Yan's puzzled face in confusion.
