"Jiang Ershao, I heard you were molested?" When Jiang Duanyan heard about this, he didn't have time to ask much before driving over. Along the way, his mind was a little confused. "Is the other party a man or a woman?"
When Jiang Ershao heard this, he broke down on the spot. "Big Bro, no, I…"
Where is this, and what am I doing?!
He was in a hurry to get up and explain, forgetting that he was still wearing high heels and almost fell.
Jiang Duanyan sized up his clothes and stabbed him again. "Do you have a cross-dressing hobby? And you ended up being targeted by a pervert?
"Have I been caring too little about you?
"Do I still need to find a psychiatrist for you?"
Sitting at the side, Song Fengwan lowered her head and chuckled.
"Big Bro, it's not like that."
