These days, Jiang Jingming has indeed been very busy, and Sang Yu can hardly see his shadow.
Although she has already reminded him, Sang Yu still couldn't help but feel a bit worried.
On this day, Sang Yu took her finished drawings to the newspaper office.
As soon as she went out, she saw Song Jiajia standing at the doorstep.
When she saw Sang Yu, Song Jiajia had a look of schadenfreude: "Sang Yu."
Obviously, she came with ill intent, so Sang Yu naturally didn't have a good expression: "What are you here for?"
Song Jiajia laughed: "I came to see you. I heard Jiang Jingming went out on a mission?"
Sang Yu looked coldly at Song Jiajia.
A flicker of malice and madness crossed Song Jiajia's eyes: "Sang Yu, enjoy your last few days of life,
because Jiang Jingming is about to die, and then you'll be a widow."
Sang Yu's face suddenly turned cold: "How do you know that?"
"I just do."
