Yuan Jing!
A face appeared in Jiang huailu's mind.
The person in front of her was clearly different from Yuan Jing, but this name instantly appeared in her mind.
"Master, she's out." Yuan Jing stood at the side of the carriage with his head lowered. The worry in his eyes disappeared in a flash when he looked at Jiang huailu.
Yuan Jing stepped forward and lifted the curtain.
A pair of fair hands with neatly manicured nails were revealed, and her palms were wide and strong.
When he revealed his face, he looked like a gentle and handsome man.
He looked up and chuckled at Jiang huailu.
Jiang huilu had goosebumps.
Lu Jiang often chuckled, but there was an intoxicating gloominess to it. But at this moment, she shuddered.
It made her feel nauseated.
"You must be the granddaughter of the Jiang family, miss Lulu, right? Your father and I are old acquaintances, so I've come to see you."
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand.
