Liu Mang knew he hadn't gone crazy or dumb—Wu Lina, that woman, regardless of her private life, still had a pretty impressive exterior.
But no matter how impressive she was, she couldn't compare to Lin Ziyan.
Lin Ziyan was so pure. Ten Wu Linas couldn't hold a candle to her.
Zhang Shuai's voice came through again, "I have urgent business with you, Brother Liu, or rather, you've got trouble."
Liu Mang said, "I've had enough trouble today already, what more could you possibly add?"
"I'm serious, I'm not kidding with you. A beautiful girl just came to the pharmacy looking for you by name."
"A beauty looking for me?" For some reason, when Liu Mang heard the words "beautiful girl," he immediately thought of the word "trouble," "Really, it's a troublesome matter. No, talk sense, who is she and what does she want with me?"
