The Heir of Urban Trickery

The moonlight was like water, shining through the window lattice of the old apartment, shining on Jiang Chen's face that made even a woman feel ashamed. The sword eyebrows fly diagonally into the temples, and the bridge of the nose is like a peak, outlining the perfect profile. A pair of peach blossom eyes are always filled with a faint smile, and the tail of the eyes is slightly raised, looking affectionate even when looking at a stray dog. His skin is fair and delicate, almost transparent, but there is a male hormone that cannot be ignored at the Adam's apple on his neck. He was casually wearing a loose white T-shirt and a pair of washed-out ripped jeans, but with such a simple outfit, he managed to look like a top male model. When the aunts in the neighborhood see him, they always say: "This kid from Lao Jiang's family looks like he stepped out of a painting. It's a pity that he's just a bastard who doesn't do his job properly." However, in the eyes of the author (us), he is "ordinary" - nothing more than the kind of "ordinary" who can make a ninety-year-old woman turn around when walking on the street, make a female traffic policeman forget to issue a ticket, and make a female heavenly master from the opposing camp show mercy. At this moment, he was lazily leaning on the sofa, playing with a glowing Five Emperors Coin with his slender fingers. He chuckled at the beautiful widow on the other end of the video call and said, "Mrs. Wang, the feng shui of your home is not the problem. The problem is... Have you always heard children crying in the middle of the night recently?" In the video, the beautiful widow's face instantly turned pale and she nodded pitifully.