Not wanting Zhou Hansheng to feel too smug, Jiang Zhixun walked over to Shen Qingqing's side.
The handsome man and beautiful woman, one tall and one short.
Jiang Zhixun's stance towards Shen Qingqing was that of a protector and possessor.
With a face of calmness, "If she goes, I'll go; if she doesn't go, neither will I."
Shen Qingqing was very annoyed with him.
The moment he came closer, that feeling of irritation shot up to the peak.
It was once again confirmed that her relationship with this person was very poor in the past.
Although she lost many memories, Shen Qingqing believed in her own intuition.
People who made her uncomfortable upon contact were rare; she could count them on one hand.
She went to support the old man's arm, using the opportunity to avoid contact with Jiang Zhixun.
"Grandpa, are you treating us?"
