After mo Yancheng brought Shen chengjing downstairs, the two of them walked down the street.
"Put it on." As he spoke, he handed her his coat and helped her put it on.
After Shen chengjing put on her coat, she reached out and took his arm. The two of them walked together and looked at the lively night market at night.
"Cheng."
"Yes." She heard his deep voice.
He looked at her deeply and said in a deep voice,""There's a strangle mark on your neck,"
He saw that she kept smiling and didn't say anything, as if nothing had happened.
However, when he watched her get into the elevator, her hands were trembling. It was not the cold she was talking about, but she was afraid!
He knew her like the back of his hand, so how could he not know that she was lying?
She touched her neck and lowered her head, not knowing what to say.
"I'm fine, aren't I?" She said in a low voice.
