Jiang Ning accepted Xue Chuchu's salvation calmly.
Then, he let her return to the village.
He stood in front of the town's civic center with a black bag, waiting. He didn't give the money to Xue Chuchu, as it wasn't safe for a little girl to hold so much money. He would keep it for her.
After waiting for less than two minutes, a sturdy white Mercedes G-Class pulled up in front of him.
Through the windshield, Jiang Ning saw Ding Shuyan's face, sculpted like jade.
Jiang Ning opened the car door, threw his backpack onto the back seat, then his Divine Sense swept over to the girl in the black dress in the driver's seat. Her sitting posture was exceptionally elegant, with her slender waist wrapped in the fabric of her dress, like the tender willow in early spring.
A beam of sunlight slanted in through the car window, falling into the hollow of her waist, and below it was curvaceous, stretching along the line of her hips.
