"Jiangnian has his reasons for doing so, you should trust him."
"I worry about his safety," she was more concerned about Gu Jiangnian than the reasons.
Worried about any uncontrollable accidents that might happen between him and Xi Xiuzhe.
Worried that he might get hurt.
When Jiang Muwan uttered these urgent words, the old man gave sage words.
He pursed his lips, as if tacitly agreeing.
But even at this moment, even though he tacitly agreed, Jiang Muwan's urge to make this call wasn't as strong.
She should trust Gu Jiangnian. Trust that he is not someone who would act recklessly.
Trust that he has thought things through when doing anything.
That night, when Gu Jiangnian returned from the West Suburb, it was already in the wee hours.
From afar, as the car drove into the courtyard, he saw that the Song Family's house was still brightly lit.
Slightly puzzled.
Because he knew the Song Family kept regular hours, and it was unusual to see the house still lit after midnight.
