Zhao Wujiang’s words were double-edged; he was alluding to both Jinlian’s deception and her undergarments.
Jinlian’s heart sank to the bottom of the abyss. Wu Jiang had completely shattered her expectations; he was far from the spineless buffoon she had imagined. Instead, he was as cunning as a demon, his gaze piercing as a torch.
He had seen right through her charade.
Chapter 165