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Compared to that ruthless woman, what was Jiang Sinan?
"A courtesan, has Young Master Jiang actually fallen for real?" Wan Kai asked, his question hanging in the air.
The girl beside him seemed to have heard something unbelievable, her astonished gaze falling on Jiang Sinan.
And the latter?
The palm holding onto her wrist tightened ever so slightly.
Looking at Wan Kai, he remained silent.
His heart was weighing something.
What about Wan Kai?
Clutching a cigarette, he raised his hand and slowly took a drag, his casual demeanor appearing quite the rascal.
"Young Master Wan must be joking," as Jiang Sinan spoke, a man stumbled out from behind Wan Kai, holding his head with his hand and fresh red blood trailing from his head down to his neck.
Staining his clothes.
He looked particularly frightening.
As the man stepped forward, upon seeing the girl by Jiang Sinan's side, his eyes turned red, striding over like a demon from hell.
