At this moment, Jiang Xiaoying had already grabbed the tablecloth beside her, wrapping herself securely. In addition, with her still movable hands, she had tightly fastened her clothes and pants.
"Jiang Xiaoying?" Duan Tang walked up to her, smiling as he looked at her, but there was a trace of aloofness deep in his eyes.
"Yes." Jiang Xiaoying looked at the handsome and beautiful woman before her, feeling that something was different from the last time she saw her. Last time, Duan Tang was warm, but this time, he was cold. Though both were like figures from ink paintings, the previous meeting had emotion, while this time, there was a celestial detachment—smiling yet indifferent.
For some reason, the keen-minded Jiang Xiaoying understood the reason for Duan Tang's change. She clicked her tongue in her heart, ah, the love triangle between three beauties, a tragic romance of the ages!
