Jiang Muwan, wearing Ji Yanting's clothes, made her way out. As she walked through the early spring night, a chill swept over her, refreshing her mind and mixing the thick smell of rust between Jiang Lin's and Fu Jing's breaths.
Jiang Muwan looked up, her gaze falling on the neon-lit night as a light smile played at the corners of her mouth.
It was the elation of avenging a great wrong. What kind of waves could he make after entering the Capital?
No matter what tricks he had up his sleeve, he couldn't escape her grasp, as if she were the Five-Finger Mountain.
Jiang Muwan stepped down the stairs, and Jiang Lin strode toward her, reaching out to grab her arm and pulling her toward him fiercely.
By some misfortune, his palm pressed against her wound, which had been simply bandaged by Gu Jiangnian and was now bleeding for the second time.
"What do you mean by this, President Jiang?" Fu Jing hurried from behind, reaching out to pry Jiang Lin's hand off Jiang Muwan's arm.
