"Why not go," Pei Yan said, pushing open the car door with the hand holding his cigarette, "Let her see our close bond and give up certain ideas sooner rather than later."
Jiang Shuyao followed him out of the car, "What ideas?"
As soon as she asked, she felt it was superfluous.
She might have guessed that the biggest reason her godmother was determined to return and settle in China was for Pei Yan.
"Let's go straight to the airport after dinner," Pei Yan led her into the elevator, "If you don't want to talk later, don't force yourself."
He reminded her along the way, every sentence taking care of her mood.
Jiang Shuyao silently lowered her gaze, looking at the strong and firm grip of his hand holding hers, filled with a sense of security.
Hearing about her godmother's return to China, she indeed felt a flash of sensitivity and fear.
After all, what happened last time had truly left a shadow on her.
