There was a live stream in the WeChat group, and many people were watching it. Zhao Jing smacked his lips. A girl was lying on the bed. No one knew whether she was asleep or awake. There was also a man in the picture who looked like a romantic.
"Old Jiang, this girl is going to face a disaster!" His tone was a little regretful, and he immediately handed the phone to Jiang Rongyan.
Jiang Rongyan had never been involved in the messy affairs of the young masters' circle. He frowned slightly and casually glanced at it. Then, he continued drinking. After a moment, he realized that this figure was somehow familiar.
"Hey! Why did you snatch my phone?!"
