Just now.
Lu Sirong was still saying, "Sister must be jealous that they are getting married, that's why she hurt me so badly."
When Jiang Che heard this, a hint of concealed satisfaction flashed in the bottom of his heart, believing that Lu Fengxuan still had lingering feelings for him, which led to her impulsively doing something stupid that hurt Sirong.
However, at this moment, as Jiang Che stared at Lu Fengxuan's swollen lips, he seemed to hear the sound of a slap in the face echoing through the air.
All those self-deceiving and self-hypnotizing thoughts fell to pieces in an instant.
Their fingers interlocked, their sentiments connected, the atmosphere between them appeared as if it had no space for a third person.
"Brother Jiang Che." Lu Sirong sensed something off about Jiang Che and couldn't help but look up at him.
To her surprise, he was staring at Lu Fengxuan with an infatuated gaze, his eyes almost popping out.
And he had never looked at her with those eyes.
