Trap of the Beauty Man

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Meng Meiling left, and Jiang Chen leaned back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling.

The conversation he had with Meng Meiling tonight was loaded with information.

Life really doesn't shift according to human will.

At first, he did everything he could to avoid that grandmother, treating her like a flood or savage beast, yet somehow, he had ended up in this tangled situation that couldn't be cut or cleared.

Even he himself dared not say they were just ordinary friends anymore.

Jiang Chen rubbed his temples.

The older, the wiser.

Compared to that grandmother, a mother truly was several levels above.

He really didn't want to get involved in this mess, it was nothing but trouble.

After all, if he encouraged that grandmother to take control and something went wrong or troubles arose, was he to deal with it?

If he didn't, could he convince his own conscience?