Jiang Cheng never thought in his life that a poor boy who relied on odd jobs to pay for his sister's medical expenses would drive a dilapidated second-hand car into the night of Shen Manqing's manor.
Forty-one-year-old Shen Manqing, her husband died young, her family is well-off, and no one in her circle dares to easily follow her.
Jiang Cheng held the steering wheel tightly, and the rearview mirror reflected her quiet figure in the back seat. His voice was low: "Madam, please fasten your seat belt."
Reader comments
The details are well described and the author's writing style is very brilliant.
The writing is okay, not bad, and I can read it.
It's just that the connection in the middle is a bit broken! Crossing faster
But not so brainless! It's okay. If you don't have food or grass, you can check it out.
The details are well described and the author's writing style is very brilliant.
The writing is okay, not bad, and I can read it. It's just that the connection in the middle is a bit broken! Crossing faster But not so brainless! It's okay. If you don't have food or grass, you can check it out.