Ye Liangyan stuffed the book into Xu Anjing's hands. "An Jing, can you help me take this book back? I need to leave first, bye."
"Go ahead, bye."
Watching Ye Liangyan's somewhat hurried departure, Xu Anjing's eyebrows arched high.
Hmm, that friend who was in a car accident... seems somewhat interesting, eh?
...
Ye Liangyan took a taxi over.
Actually, she was also a bit unclear as to why she came. She could have completely ignored it, but the unresolved text message in her phone was like a signal, constantly interfering with her, and if she didn't see Mr. Jiang's condition today, she probably would have remained restless.
So in the end, she decided to just take a look.
Even if nothing was wrong, it would put her at ease.
About thirty minutes later, she arrived at the Central Mansion downstairs.
Lifting her gaze to the high-rise soaring into the clouds, she sighed lightly.
As she guessed, Mr. Jiang was certainly a man not short of money!
