Wei Anning lowered her head, looking at the entwined fingers of the two, her heart filled with mixed emotions. Now, in Beicheng, he was all she had. But in his heart, he only saw her as Wei Anjing.
The bitterness in her heart was almost spilling over. She smiled, withdrew her hand, and bent down to get into the car.
Song Qingge stood beside Leng Youchen, clutching her handbag, tapping the ground with the tip of her foot, and looking at him anxiously, "Third Brother, my family doesn't know I'm back yet. Could you give me a ride?"
Leng Youchen nodded, "Get in."
A look of joy crossed Song Qingge's face. She immediately bent down, got into the car, and sat next to Wei Anning.
Seeing this, Leng Youchen had no choice but to take the passenger seat. Li Dong hadn't come back with him; he had sent him to investigate the mastermind behind the scenes, and he had told Rong Ling to go back to Marseille.
