C106 Two Kinds of Trusts

As Zhang Langlang departed, he was seething with resentment. Chu Menghan watched his retreating figure, sensing a dark fog shrouding his well-defined silhouette.

His bitterness seemed to pierce the heavens.

The red windbreaker she wore billowed with her movements, quickly vanishing from Chu Menghan's view.

Chu Menghan shook her head