Jiang Yanshen's eyes darkened. After a moment of silence, he seemed to have thought of something and actually relented. "Alright, I'll get the chauffeur to prepare the car."
Lin Qingqian was also a little surprised, but she didn't show it. She turned around and returned to her room to help Auntie pack her things.
Lin Chaoyan stood at the side and watched her stuff the things into the black bag she came with. She said unhappily, "Why are we leaving? I haven't killed them yet."
"Auntie…" Lin Qingqian raised her head to look at her, her eyes filled with helplessness. "My marriage with Jiang Yanshen is over. Why should I waste time with these people here?"
Lin Chaoyan was stunned. She mumbled, "Alright, alright. Auntie shall go with you. It's not convenient to talk here…"
The corners of Lin Qingqian's mouth curled up slightly as she lowered her head and continued packing.
