That was indeed Ruan Tianling's intention, as Yan Yue was the woman he loved the most.
She had accompanied him throughout his childhood, youth, and the best years of his life.
He couldn't bear to see her sad and crestfallen.
Such sorrow in her, he would feel pain when he saw it.
Getting into the car, Ruan Tianling started the engine, and headed towards his private villa. Yan Yue leaned her head on him with a blissful smile on her face.
Halfway there, Ruan Tianling's phone rang.
He took out his mobile phone, and Yan Yue, sensitive, looked over. Seeing that it was a strange number and not Jian Yufei's, she let out a sigh of relief.
Ruan Tianling hesitated but eventually answered the call.
"Young Master, Miss Jian has been at Xiao Lang's house without coming out, and now their lights are turned off."
The man's brow furrowed slightly, a chill flashing in his eyes.
"I understand. Leave it to you. I'll be there soon."
"Yes!"
