C67 Heartache

"Who else?"

Jiang Liu'er raised her eyebrows and looked at Murong Batian, who was sitting upright. Murong Batian had an expression that said he had expected this from the start, and slowly stood up from the chair. He pinched his fingers, shook off his suit jacket, and started twisting his neck.

Jiang Liu'er looked at Murong Batian's actions and was a bit surprised