"Isn't this the Seventh Prince of Xifu?"
Jiang Jiamian glanced at the water, took a step forward pretending to be surprised, and then waved to the two eunuchs, "Why are you still standing there? Haven't you seen the prince fall into the water? Fish him out quickly!"
If they don't fish him out quickly, do they want to wait till this boy becomes a psychopath?
The young man who was struggling to stabilize his body in the pool seemed to have heard his voice. He held the bucket in his hand in a daze, stood up slowly in the pool, and turned his head to look at Jiang Jiamian.
For Yan Wuluan at this time, he felt that what he saw was not a person.
But a god dressed in red.
He just stared blankly at the man on the shore in the bright red robe with a handsome appearance and a hint of anxiety on his face. Yan Wuluan didn't come back to his senses for a long time, letting dirty water flow from his wet hair down the sides of his face.
