Plum Rain in March

Small theater Jiang Mingqian flashed out from the closet, with a murderous look in his eyes, walked towards Feng Jing and kicked her gently. Feng Jing lay there until she died. The man narrowed his eyes, left a hundred taels behind, and then quietly climbed out of the window and left. After Feng Jing heard the window was closed, she quietly opened her eyes. Yaoshou! Why was there someone in the house? Fortunately, I fainted from hunger as soon as I entered the door, otherwise they would have killed and silenced me! Feng Jing saw two silver ingots lying on the ground and muttered happily, Are all thieves today so caring? Do you want to treat me to dinner? The man outside the window heard Feng Jing's muttering, raised his eyebrows slightly, smiled, and thought, Sure enough, he was pretending to be dizzy, but he is very stupid. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.