Jing Yichen couldn't stand it any more. He said to Tiger who was next to him, "Tiger, let's go now."
Someone was making so much noise that his head hurt.
Mu Qing followed him. He kept nagging him fearlessly, "Hey, Chen. Where did you get this big beauty? Even the scar on her face doesn't mar her beauty ."
"And where were you when someone drugged her? The worst part was that you would rather make her get through the suffering of the drugs than sacrifice yourself for her. How could you have left her suffering there alone?"
"Chen, do you need me to feel your pulse? I almost believe that there must be something wrong with your physical condition, otherwise how did you manage to never touch any woman for so many years?"
Tiger had brought the car in front and Jing Yichen was about to get in when Mu Qing shamelessly got in first.
When he just entered the car, Zhao Anan sprinted there like a blast of swooshing wind.
