The white tiger cub buried its head into Jiang Wumei’s waist, while Xiao Tong’s emotions surged like a tempest.
Jiang Wumei, what kind of person are you, really?
Why, even when Chun Yurong has pushed you to such an extremity, do you think only of self-preservation, never once harboring the thought of coming to me for help? Does this mean that for me, you are left with nothing but disappointment and pretense, without a shred of sincerity?
Chapter 27