"Let's go back."
Ye Wangchuan smiled and placed his hand on the steering wheel again, revealing a pale and powerful wrist. The prayer beads on his wrist were especially striking. He looked ascetic and sexy when he wore them.
He hit the gas and the car shot away like an arrow.
*
The Jiang family.
Qiao Nian had been gone for half an hour.
The villa was still silent except for Tang Wanru's soft sobs.
Jiang Zongnan sat on the couch for a long time, unable to calm down. At this moment, he slowly accepted reality. He rubbed his temples and stood up, then said gently to the woman who was still sitting on the couch sobbing softly, "Alright, don't cry anymore. It's already happened, so crying is useless. Let's pack up and prepare to move."
