On the way back, Yu Minglang didn't say a word.
Xiao Qian accompanied him, slowly walking along the road towards their home.
"Xiao Qiang, deep down, you don't actually hate him, do you?" Xiao Qian asked.
"Hmm."
If Yu Minglang truly hated Zeng Rong, he wouldn't have asked all his friends to come and see him off.
"His methods were not good, but his intentions were. He has experienced the pain of losing a friend, so he didn't want these close brothers to lose me as well. Although his methods were stupid, I have the duty and the confidence to show him what kind of woman I have chosen and to let him leave in peace. It's my responsibility too."
Even though Rong Yuan had left, in Yu Minglang's heart, he was still his friend. This was a responsibility, a mission.
Xiao Qian was not surprised by Ming Lang's words.
"So, you brought me to show him, to tell him that you have chosen a smart woman?"
