Wang Yu Yan (4)
Jiang Li's Original this time was somebody with a distinct, if not eccentric, personality. He was not like the idiot Zhao Bolin who couldn't even remember if he had some regrets he wanted to address. The middle-aged was somebody who knew what he desired and was not one to hand over his identity without getting something promised for his sake.
Not only did the man left some wishes, but he also left a remnant of his soul to cause trouble for Jiang Li if needed.
Like now.
In reality, the woman in the picture was not Jiang Li's wife so he should not be surprised or alarmed. As an old soul, acting had long been second nature to him, and there were not really many things or faces that could make him agitated. Zhan Rong's face, actually, would make him ecstatic. If there was one person who could crack his normal composure, it would be people he hated, like the Fortune Teller and her pesky son, and the ones from his original words.