Jiang Yanshen was wearing a black suit. Even his inner shirt was black. But he was different from that person.
He liked to button every button of his shirt, strict and abstinent. Jiang Yanshen, on the other hand, twisted the first button open and unbuttoned it. His collarbone was faintly discernible, and when his black eyes glanced at her, they were half-smiling, giving off a devilish aura.
When he walked over, Fang Wu followed behind him obediently and held an umbrella for him.
Han Liubai's eyes were cold. "She's not your wife."
Lin Qingqian had married that man called Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yanshen's lips curled up as he sneered. "The name Jiang Yanshen is written on our marriage certificate. Do you need me to show it to you?"
Her gaze landed on his hand that was holding Lin Qingqian's wrist, and his gaze was instantly as sharp as a blade.
