"Hmph, it would be fine if he took the initiative to confess." After a period of calmness, An Jing's mood became much more stable. She concisely told the story of Leng Yanluo's drop on the scene.

Wen Yue probably understood the matter between the two of them even though she listened and guessed. She opened her mouth and couldn't help but sigh that even the screenwriter could not write such a wonderful script.

She could only eat melons silently, and was extremely amazed.

After An Jing finished speaking, she glanced at Kong Wange: "Hmph, if you settle your brother's account later, you have nothing to confess?"

Kong Wange immediately raised his hand and said pitifully: "I confess, I am wrong, Jingjing, it's all my fault. I'm just a little bit soft-hearted. I thought it was your own business. My brother should confess to you myself. Who knows that he is so cowardly, just forgive me."

An Jing's expression improved a little, but her tone was still serious: "It's okay to ask me to forgive you, but how can you prove your heart that you won't turn against me in the future?"

Kong Wange flattered and said, "I swear now that Yan Su is a big radish, who is simply obsessed with the gods, loses all the food and is uneasy, and he should go to the eighteen levels of hell after death. I, Kong Wange, draws a clear line with him from now on. In the future, I will be a quiet person, and death will be a quiet ghost!"

An Jing pulled down her swearing hand: "Who wants you to be a ghost? Wouldn't it be good for us to be fairies together?"

Kong Wange smiled: "Aren't you angry?"

An Jing hummed again: "Of course I was angry. My heart was severely damaged. It took at least a five-digit meal to heal."

"Okay, don't say a word, I'm happy to ask you every day!" Kong Wange had just coaxed An Jing, and a car suddenly drove over at the door and parked in front of them.

The black body of the car was the one that Yan Su and An Jing drove when they came over.

Sure enough, the car window was lowered, and the driving position was Yan Su's helpless face. He changed his clothes and took off his mask, revealing his original appearance.

He stared at An Jing and said carefully: "An An, get in the car?"

He originally thought An Jing would not pay attention to him, but An Jing strode towards him.

As she approached, Yan Su's breathing became more and more rapid.

When she got closer, he was hurrying to get out of the car and help her open the car door. However, An Jing pressed the driving door, looked at him, and said lightly: "Give me the key to my house."

Yan Su paused and did not move.

The quiet voice became a little colder: "Don't let me say it again."

After a while, Yan Su slowly took out the key.

An Jing took it over and said, "I will mail your clothes and luggage to the Imperial Palace. I will walk slowly and will not deliver it."

After saying that, she went directly to the rental behind.

The car door slammed, and Kong Wange and Wen Yue were shocked not far away.

The taxi passed by Kong Wange and Wen Yue. She rolled down the window and waved her hand: "I'll go back first, we're having time to make an appointment."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

An Jing nodded, rolled the car window up, and the car was completely gone, leaving only car exhaust in place.

Yan Su's eyes kept following the quietness that had gone far away.

In just two hours, the energetic Leng Yanluo disappeared completely, leaving only a Yan Su card to look at his wife.

Kong Wange sighed and reminded: "All people are gone, are you still watching?"


Chapter completed!