Ye Jian Was Practicing
Editor: Henyee Translations
It was raining heavily and the yellow street lamps had lit up, but the lady still combed her disheveled hair from time to time. It's evident that she always paid great attention to her looks.
Usually, people like her, who wanted to stay young, had a common weakness, which was that no one could say they were old.
If anyone said they were old, they would explode instantly like land mines!
As expected, the lady's facial expression twisted slightly as she heard Ye Jian's words.
Since her fine makeup was washed away by the rain, and the look on her face was twisted, Ye Jian could see that the woman was not very young.
"Girl, you are seeking death!" The lady strode with her long legs, trying to put the silver wire in her hands around Ye Jian's neck. She wanted to get rid of the teenage girl, who mocked her for being old, in the shortest time possible.