Chapter 153 - 6.4
At this time, Yan Wuluan seemed to be a little shorter than Jiang Jiamian. He looked like a young man, and he should have been at a high-spirited age.
But being in a foreign country as a hostage made his eyes look gray and dull.
Even the way he walks seems to be accustomed to hunched shoulders and slumped back, he is cautious and doesn’t even dare to straighten his body.
It was obvious that his appearance was extremely handsome, but because of his unsatisfactory life, he had become sallow and thin.
But at this moment, his once lightless eyes were staring closely at the back of the man in red, as if they had not only secretly crawled onto the light, but also something else that was indistinguishable.
Pushing open the door of the firewood shed, the wind brought in by the door frame stirred up a layer of dust. Jiang Jiamian couldn’t help but choked and coughed. He looked into the room and saw that most of the house was filled with dry firewood alone. There weren’t many places to stand in the house.
There is a piece of soft firewood in the corner that has obvious signs of being flattened. It can be seen that someone has been lying on it for a long time.
"Have you always lived here?"
Jiang Jiamian couldn’t help but frown.
There was even a brief thought in his mind that he didn’t want to stop the powerful and miserable bigshot from taking the throne.
That’s it.