As usual, Madame Zhang walked all the wives out on behalf of the third branch.

When she opened the door, she saw Jiang Yashuang waiting under the stairs like that from a couple of days ago.

Because it was snowing, he had an umbrella. He didn't ask Jiang Tan to hold it but held it by himself. Jiang Tan stood in the near distance, wearing a raincoat. Both of them were tall men. In the snow, the way they stood reminded people of all the fine and elegant trees described ...