Jiang Yan was fully equipped and followed at the end of the team.
He was wearing a sports suit borrowed from He Yun, his face smeared with sunscreen scrounged from Shu Yan, topped with a sun hat snatched from Wen Jiaojiao, and even put on those frequently worn sunglasses.
With this outfit combined with his already striking looks and figure, it was jarringly eye-catching among the group.
But these weren't the issues.
The issue was—
Could this really be Young Master Jiang, who clung to his bed so fiercely that not even thunder could stir him, and who wouldn't get up for morning exercise even if he was carried?
[Am I blind? Is that really the young master and not someone Director Sun hired to impersonate him?]
[No way, when did Jiang Yan become so diligent? He actually got up early to go running? And without a single complaint?]
[Has Jiang Yan been possessed too? Didn't they say Jiang Li changed a lot, and now even Jiang Yan…?]
Jiang Yan had not been possessed.