“…” Chu Mian’s eyes flew wide. What on earth did he mean by that? The woman he was talking about… it couldn’t be Fang Ma or He Ma, could it? But wasn’t she just a substitute for his dead sister? How could he possibly… In the front seat, Meng Shu was just as stunned. He needed a moment to recover before venturing cautiously, “Mr. Li, you certainly have… unique tastes.” To be into a psycho like that