Watching her with a troubled frown, Li Mochan chuckled lowly, "What are you worried about? Don't you trust Ji Mingqian?"
"It's not that I don't trust him, I just feel that the road ahead for Aqian and the others will be quite difficult," Ye Jiuliang said in a muffled voice.
Li Mochan laughed softly, "Just consider it a test for them."
If Asheng came home this time, Ji Mingqian would surely visit often. To avoid being exposed, that would definitely not be an easy task.
Ye Jiuliang raised his eyebrows, acknowledging that he could only wait and see if there would be any way to help out when the time came.
...
That night, the wind rose and the leaves fluttered.
The intermittent cries of cicadas on the trees soon got overwhelmed by the sound of the wind.
At the men's clothing counter, the bright lights spread into every corner of the store.
"This shirt suits you well." Ji Mingqian casually picked up a white shirt and held it up to Jiang Yisheng's body.
