Yu Shaoqing had been married to Madam Jiang for many years and had long imprinted his wife's appearance in his mind. Even though Little Sly Jiang had changed her clothes and covered her face with a veil, she had already been recognized by Yu Shaoqing when she was wearing a larger armor in the death squad camp, let alone now.
However, Yu Shaoqing used an uncertain tone because the woman in front of him was too unfamiliar.
Ah Shu did not know how to put her hands on her hips and shake her legs. She did not know how to laugh like a pig, let alone…
The scene he accidentally saw when he opened his eyes flashed across Yu Shaoqing's mind. That thin and weak body raised the dignified seven-foot Asura high and slammed it down, causing the Asura to cry.
That was not his Ah Shu, but it was his Ah Shu. Was it really his Ah Shu?
"Ah…"
"Look over there!"
