"Mom, let's go."
Jiang Yue'e nodded, took a deep look at the shadow inside the car, and then got into the Rolls-Royce with Nanrong Wanqing. As soon as they got in the car and saw Nanrong Wanqing appearing safe and sound in front of him, Yang He's expression immediately turned excited.
"Wanqing, it's so good that you're okay, I've been worried sick."
"Yang He." Nanrong Wanqing called out his name with delight. Before he could react, she had opened her arms and rushed forward, wrapping her body around his. Her eyes reddened, and her lips trembled slightly as she murmured, "I thought I would never see you again."
