Under the pressure, Yan Qingqian entire face was burning with heat. He just wanted to escape," Mr. Jiang, please respect yourself!"
A simple address easily destroyed this ambiguous atmosphere. Jiang Weide frowned in displeasure and let go of the Yan Qingqian.
"Do you care about your fiancé and call her sir?"
"Ah, that's not right..." Yong MasterJiang? "Eh, Vader?" Yan Qingqian did not choose what to say.
"……"
With a hint of dissatisfaction, Jiang Weide threw Yan Qingqian a white handbag. It was the bag that Yan Qingqian had used before she was kidn*pped. She sat up and examined it carefully. When she found that everything important was there, she sighed in relief.
He took out his phone and found that Yi Yi had called him a series of missed calls. Yan Qingqian helplessly called back,"
