Chương 391: Economic Sanction?

To Jiang Chen's surprise, the skies were clear at the wasteland, but when he returned to the modern world, it was pouring rain.

The grain-sized rain droplets splashed on the windows and made harsh sounds along with the violent wind. The leaves on the palm trees outside were all blowing to one side and the waves in the sea were rolling thunderously without any sign of humanity.

Perhaps Ayesha heard a noise in the bedroom, so she slinked into Jiang Chen's room like a quiet cat.

Her clothes right now were particularly eye-catching, or rather, whenever she was home, her clothes were always eye-catching. She had just a loose white shirt on with two smooth and perfectly shaped legs swinging out underneath. From a psychological perspective, this style not only drew the curiosity of the husband wondering whether she was "only" wearing a shirt, but it would also tease the husband as he watched the legs swinging.