She didn't say anything directly about her feelings. Jiang Weide was still a little uncomfortable, but she was still her own woman.
They were suddenly pushed away. Yan Qingqian turned around and saw Jiang Weide figure. The smile on their faces instantly widened.
The two of them looked at each other tenderly, piercing Yan Wenxue heart. As soon as Jiang Weide entered, her gaze was fixed on him.
"Qing Qian, go home?" Jiang Weide raised his brows and pulled Yan Qingqian hand.
The familiar smell drifted into his nose and he felt much more comfortable as he leaned into Jiang Weide arms.
"Alright, let's go home." She knew that her Jiang Weide would think of a way to save her. Yan Qingqian had a gentle expression on her face. Actually, she loved Jiang Weide.
She hugged Yan Qingqian and prepa
