Jiang Zhesheng looked at the man who had a severe headache. A little angry...
Why did you, who took my body, stole my heart, and told me to be devoted to you, forget everything in the blink of an eye and put the responsibility on me... You have a headache, and I feel sad...
The bitter and loyal dog Jiang Zhesheng, and the awkward Qi Meng... Those things that separated them, separated them.
