Three people stood by the roadside, the street lights came on, stretching out like a long river of time with no visible end. Soon enough, Leng Youchen's Rolls-Royce Phantom drove over and stopped in front of them.
The car window rolled down, and the man inside looked noble and graceful. He turned his head to look at them and, noticing the hostility in Jiang Yang's eyes, squinted slightly. His wife was too popular, but what was he to do?
"Get in. It's getting late, shall I take you back?"
Jiang Yang stood up straight. No matter how mature he tried to act, he was no match for this powerful and poised man. "Thank you for the offer, but we have our own car."
"In that case, I won't insist. Wife, get in!" Leng Youchen's gaze shifted to Wei Anning, gesturing for her to board the vehicle.
