Watching the beautiful woman with an eight-out-of-ten smile leave, Shen Qiang couldn't help but let out a long breath.
At this moment, Ye Xiaolei, whom Shen Qiang had already recognized in his divine sense, gently hugged Shen Qiang's waist from behind and softly said, "She's very happy. I can feel she's truly grateful to you."
Shen Qiang laughed, held her fragrant shoulder, and said, "She's grateful to a middle-aged man, not Shen Qiang."
Ye Xiaolei laughed, "What's the difference? As long as you know that she will always be grateful to you in her heart, it's enough."
Shen Qiang sighed, "Maybe, but people are always forgetful."
Ye Xiaolei giggled, "That's why having a clear conscience is the most important. Whether she forgets you or you forget saving someone in the future, it doesn't matter. The most important thing is that you can live up to your conscience and your abilities."
Hearing this, Shen Qiang smiled.
