On the way back home, Jiang Yutang reached out and gently held one of Ye Liangyan's hands.
With one hand controlling the steering wheel, Ye Liangyan shook her hand, "What are you doing? It's dangerous."
Although her driving skills had improved, such an action distracted her. The road conditions at night were not good, and she tensed up almost completely.
The man smiled gently, "What's there to be afraid of when I'm here?"
Ye Liangyan rolled her eyes at him.
"Liangyan, thank you!" the man said with sincere gratitude.
Ye Liangyan, who had intended to pull her hand back, mysteriously found herself not moving, allowing him to gently knead it.
The man's palm was warm, his fingers long and strong, with distinct knuckles. Holding her hand, there was an indescribable feeling.
It made one feel unexpectedly soft at heart.
"Thank me for what?"
"Thank you for caring so much about Xiao Jin."
