"You child, something like this happened, and you still have the mind to busy yourself with work." Jiang Yue'e said displeasedly, "Come, both of you come home with me."
"Mom, really, it's not necessary. I'm perfectly fine." Nanrong Wanqing said. Although the experience just now was thrilling, she wasn't afraid, because she had gone through such scenes before. For this reason, when the gun was pointed at her, she could remain calm.
Yang He, who was beside them, helped to persuade, "Mrs. Jiang, don't force Wanqing. Since she doesn't want to go home, let me take you back." After speaking, he turned to Nanrong Wanqing and said, "You should return to the company first. I'll take good care of Mrs. Jiang."
Nanrong Wanqing nodded and said, "Thank you."
Watching her daughter's departing figure, Jiang Yue'e sighed, with a trace of helplessness in her eyes. Her daughter was good in every way, just too strong-headed, even more so than she was back then, always doing things her own way.
