Jiang Yu rolled his eyes and left.
She completely ignored ning Qianqian, who was behind her, scolding her for being heartless and not helping her.
Jiang Yu was baffled by the woman's shamelessness. How did she have the nerve to ask her to save her?
Not to mention ...
Even if ning Qianqian had no intention of dragging her down with her today, Jiang Yu would not have been able to save her.
The reason was simple.
What did it have to do with her?
Who the hell was this b * tch to be worthy of her saving?
Beauty Jiang, whose heart was completely black, didn't have any moral values. In her mind, there were only three types of people.
One was the people she acknowledged, like Fu Shang, the second was the dead, and the last was the insignificant background like the matchstick man.
It was obvious.
In Jiang Yu's eyes, ning Qianqian had initially been a background character, but now, she was a dead person.
