Xian Zihao.
Finally, he came back.
It seemed they were destined to meet. Jiang Ruolan looked at the distant Land Rover that had long since disappeared, and the corner of her mouth curved into a faint smile.
He didn't return to the Greenville Residence and didn't look for her. Of course, Jiang Ruolan didn't believe that he lost his memories.
Maybe his feelings were so real back then and now, as the times went by, it slowly faded. Maybe after the life and death journey, after two years of rest and recovery, he no longer felt any attachment to his ex-wife, who had pushed him away with her own hands three years ago.
A taxi stopped next to her. Jiang Ruolan only stopped for a moment before getting into the taxi. She looked at the crisscrossing traffic, then picked up the phone and called home.
Currently, she had hired a new nanny who was good at taking care of the children. The phone call was answered by Nanny He, "Hello?"
