Qin Ye really didn't want to leave, but the car had arrived.
"Wife, I'm going now."
"Okay, work hard!" Rong Yan quickly added another sentence, "Remember to miss me."
The corners of Qin Ye's mouth slightly lifted, and his eyes shone with a soft light.
"I will miss you."
Besides working, the rest is just breathing and missing you.
He carried his luggage and walked outside.
Standing in the courtyard, Rong Wenming saw his son-in-law come out, "Qin, did you pack everything?"
Qin Ye nodded, "Dad, I've packed everything. I'm leaving now."
"Mm, take care of your health while you're out, and don't worry about home." Rong Wenming escorted him outside.
The driver was a young man with a buzz cut, looking about the same age as Qin Ye.
Qin Ye placed his stuff in the back seat and then walked around to the other side and sat in the passenger seat.
Their car didn't leave from the side where the argument was, but from another side.
