Jiang Ruolan smiled gratefully as she handed over her luggage to the two men who got out of the car. She watched them carry her luggage into the trunk.
One of the men in his early thirties nodded respectfully at her and said, "Please get in the car."
Sensing that Jiang Yijun's gaze was about to pierce her, Jiang Ruolan calmly rubbed her nose. She did not dare to look back and was ready to get into the car when she heard Jiang Yijun's cold voice. "Jiang Ruolan, shouldn't you explain it to me?"
She paused, hesitating. Another middle-aged man beside her said, "Please get in the car first."
Hearing the man's words, Jiang Ruolan remembered Xian Zihao's concept of time and she got into the car without further delay. As the car door closed, Jiang Yijun frowned and wanted to step forward, but the two men blocked his way.
