There were two short black hairs on his left palm, about three centimeters long.
The Jiang family's old master had white hair, and Jiang xinchen's hair was slightly longer. Only Jiang Quan's hair was this length, and the clothes were indeed Jiang Quan's.
It went without saying who the two strands of hair in his palm belonged to.
Jiang Yiran's heart was beating very fast.
Outside the door, Jiang xinchen was carrying two cardboard boxes and walking inside.
When she saw him, Jiang yiran clasped her hands and absent-mindedly took a sip of tea. what express delivery? "
"I don't know," The package was a little heavy, and it was a little difficult for Jiang Xinyu to carry it. He put it in the hall and asked the servant to give him scissors.
Seeing that he was going to open the package, Jiang Yiran couldn't sit still anymore. She came here today to see if she could get Jiang Quan's hair, but she didn't expect that even God was helping her.
