In a restaurant, a young man who looked like a son of a son held a folding fan, sat opposite Jiang Tianshu, and said with a smile.

Next to the young man, there was a woman leaning against her. This woman had a strong air of wind and dust, and her whole body almost melted into the young man's arms. Opposite the young man was sitting Jiang Tianshu, his face changed slightly when he heard the words, and then he snorted coldly: "I thought he was a scholar, but I didn't expect him to be so vulgar. If I had prepared earlier, with his sick body, how to beat

over me? "