Liang yunhuai's face darkened as he looked at the man coldly. It was a thin young man. His evil face was full of mockery.
Behind him was a shiny black carriage. More than a dozen men in dark green clothes stood around the carriage. They were clearly well-trained. Moreover, all of them had their auras concealed, so they were obviously experts.
Little sister Liang ... This form of address touched Liang wanhuai's sore spot. Although Liang jinhuai was prettier than a woman, he hated being compared to a woman.
Ling Chuxi looked at the thin young man in front of her. It was obvious that this person was doing this on purpose because his eyes were full of provocation. Jing 'an source was an independent space. As the city Lord, Liang yunru should be the dominant one. How could someone provoke Liang yunhuai so publicly? Who was this young man?
"Zhuo fanglin, are you looking for death?" Liang yunhuai's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. Her eyes were cold.
