Jiang Li stayed silent and began to review the memories of the so-called soul client. To not be annoyed by the smell of the alcohol and spoiled food currently filling the place, he grabbed one of the pillows from the sofa and used it to cover his face. He remained lying on the carpet.
He was back to modern, and the difference with the previous ones was that it was officially in a novel. Heck, even the pen name of the author was mentioned, an insanely stupid one at that, I'm_Proudly+Wearing-A@Green~Hat.
Was the author admitting he was a cuckolded husband and was even taking pride in it? Which man would be proud of being NTRed?
He must admit, for a second, he had the urge to kneel to the one who courageously used that pen name.
No, actually, he wanted to meet the person and crack his skull to see if there was a brain inside it! Or if this author's hair had been dyed green!