On the day Jiang Ran married Pei Chen, even the wedding dress was second-hand. Pei Chen said with a cold face, "Everyone takes what they need and doesn't interfere with each other." She thought it was a decent deal until he discovered that his wife had stolen his cell phone in the middle of the night. Pei Chen pressed her against the wall, breathed behind her ears, and said in a voice as cold as a knife: Who do you belong to? Jiang Ran blinked and smiled: Your person. The next day, Pei Chen received an anonymous email containing information about Jiang Ran and the mission three years ago. He stared at the photo on his phone, remembering what she said about you last night, and his fingers hung on the dial button for ten seconds.
