Chapter 1757: Unworthy of His Identity

the lounge chair and blanket that still held Su Jinpa's body heat, and said, "I'm a little tired, feed me."As he spoke, Li Chen's finger tapped the grapes on the coffee table.Su Jinpa's eyes widened,...gain. I didn't expect to see him again, let alone here, in this situation.Could it be that he didn't leave that day, but was instead eavesdropping or spying on us outside the doorCountless thoughts ca...