The woman in front overlapped with the one in the picture, and Song Tingfan was slightly dazed, then quickly and somewhat gloomily probed, "Who is Jiang Ming'an?"
Upon hearing Jiang Ming'an's name, Lin Qiao frowned, "Who is Jiang Ming'an? I..."
"Cough, cough, how do you know about Jiang Ming'an?"
Jiang Ming'an was a young, puppy-like celebrity chasing her in the current world, quite good-looking.
She used to say she didn't like puppy boys, but now she's been proven wrong, found one who is three years younger.
Alright, he's a little wolf at night.
It was her, it was her in the dream, previously Song Tingfan assumed the troupe she talked about was similar to the local troupe, but the dream was different, she was more adored than the troupe.
Many people called her Qiao Bao.
Many men revolved around her.
She had seen the naked bodies of many men...
Thinking of the last part made his chest feel like it was filled with pickled vegetable soup.
