Chapter 875 When Lu Ming's routine

was about to leave work, Jiang Man even reluctantly sent a text message to Lu Ming.

There are eight fishermen in the downtown commercial street.

Lu Ming looked at Jiang Man's short message, ticked his lips and responded quickly.

OK, vines.

Jiang Man looked at these simple words and was so angry that she threw her cell phone aside. Why can she always be led by him no matter what she did? The initiative is always in his hands.

At noon, a huge pedestrian departure to the fisherman's home, because there is still a long way to go, naturally unable to walk past, Jiang...