Jiang Yang casually put his hands into the pockets of his trousers, glancing at Leng Youchen, "I happened to be nearby when I saw the news, so I came to see if there was any place where I could be of use."
Leng Youchen hadn't forgotten what kind of deep and calculated heart lay beneath Jiang Yang's gentle and harmless exterior. He said, "In a place like Marseille, there are still people who constantly care about us, much appreciated."
Jiang Yang's hand slowly clenched into a fist. He didn't miss the sarcasm in his tone. He looked at the woman nestled in Leng Youchen's arms and said quietly, "Anning, I have something to attend to, I'll take my leave first. Take good care of yourself, don't hurt yourself out of guilt."
Wei Anning smiled at him, "Thank you for coming to see me, I won't send you off too far."
Jiang Yang also smiled, then nodded at Leng Youchen, turned around, and strode away.
