"Thank you."
"No, it should be me thanking you."
"Thirteen, you must live well. Madam and your sisters are waiting for you to come back. You don't have to worry about them, I'll take care of them."
Wenren Zong looked deeply at her: "I will definitely come back."
He turned around and followed the bailiffs away.
After walking far away, he looked back and could still see Jiang Ning sitting in her wheelchair, basking in the sunlight, like a little sun.
The bailiff who had taken the purse came over and took the bundle and box from his hands, handing them to another bailiff to carry. His smile became much warmer: "Young Master Wenren, let me unlock the chains on you. It's a nice day, you should take a walk and relax."
Wenren Zong was somewhat surprised.
The bailiff smiled and said, "We both have received favor from the Prime Minister's Mansion. Seventh Miss Jiang entrusted us to take care of you along the way, and we dared not disobey."
