Jiang She soothed, "This is not to make things difficult, but to give the two of us a shared opportunity, Wen Zhiyao, you don't have to step backward again and again, because that's fatal for both you and me. From now on, I won't allow you to talk like this again."
Jiang She placed his finger on her lips, preventing her from uttering any further hurtful words.
If he had believed from the start, the two of them would have said their goodbyes long ago.
"Jiang She..."
"Enough, we'll talk about this when we get home." Jiang She opened the door of a car parked on the side of the road, and took Wen Zhiyao away.
At the Jiang Family residence, the old Mr. Jiang sat on the sofa, his face turning more and more livid.
Jiang Jingyan by his side remained silent.
"Jingyan, am I really wrong in what I did?" The old man repeated his question to the person beside him, but in his heart, he still held fast to his belief that he wasn't wrong.
