Yang Jiashu looked completely clueless.
Lu Qingyan couldn't bear to watch.
He glanced sideways at Jiang Nanshu, "Your fourth brother might have returned to the villa already; I'll take you back, okay?"
"Jiashu, call your driver to pick you up; we're not going the same way."
Yang Jiashu: "…"
Fair-weather friend!
"Got it. Make sure you and Sister Nanshu stay safe on the road."
Once he finished speaking, he began making the call.
Lu Qingyan went to bring the car around.
Sitting in the driver's seat, he tilted his chin up toward Jiang Nanshu, "Get in."
Jiang Nanshu sat in the passenger seat, her mind preoccupied with tomorrow's visit to her foster mother's house.
[Should I invite Lu Qingyan along? It could be a good opportunity to develop our relationship.]
[What if he doesn't want to go? No matter, I'll just ask and see.]
She cleared her throat softly, her voice saccharine, "Ah Yan."
