Chapter 62 Fed Me a Mouthful of Lettuce

Jiang Yunchuan and Mrs. Jiang both breathed a sigh of relief.

At the very least, Jiang Nanshu's nominal fiancé was on her side.

Mrs. He couldn't believe it, "Young Master Lu, did you misspeak? Why would you defend such a woman, she is just a..."

"Mrs. He, mind your manners," Lu Qingyan's tone was slow and cold, but his words left no room for doubt, "The evidence is being organized and will be out soon. And my fiancée is delicate and frail, obviously not someone who would get into a fight."

Jiang, delicate and frail, Nanshu: "..."

[Ah yes, yes, well said. I'm not only delicate and frail, but I'm also an extremely sensitive and fragile little girl, sob sob sob.]

Lu Qingyan: "..."

He couldn't help but curl his lips into a slight smile.

The lively-hearted Jiang Nanshu was really much more endearing.

"Brother Yan, take a look at this video," Yang Jiashu pushed the door open and came in.