Li Wangyu was utterly astonished, staring at the man before him. He wore a soaked little suit, white briefs, and had unkempt hair.,Jiāng's neck was stiff as he twisted it from side to side, taking in the scene. It was still that same bathhouse: blue-tiled roof, whitewashed walls, and on a wooden rack beside him hung his own long robe, freshly taken off...,"Who are you, and how do you know me" Su Changqing guardedly moved backward.。