Jiang Xuecheng was holding a shirt and skirt in his hand. It was a light blue color with a light horizontal stripe on the upper body. The style was simple and elegant.
Su Wan stared at the clothes in Jiang Xuecheng's hand in disbelief. The smile on her face faded bit by bit.
She tightened her fingers and felt a dull pain in her heart.
How could a man like Jiang Xuecheng store girls' clothes on the maglev?
A beautiful face suddenly appeared in Su Wan's mind.
The girl who had ridden with Jiang Xuecheng in the same car, could she be the eldest daughter of the Siswell family, Diya?
Recalling the eldest daughter of the Siswell family who was hugging Jiang Xuecheng in the ward, Su Wan's heart tightened again. Even her lips and teeth were filled with bitterness.
She had wanted to tell Jiang Xuecheng everything just now, but what was she to him?
Could she be someone he really liked?
