On the way back, both Mu Yan and Jiang Jingheng were unusually silent.
She didn't think Jiang Jingheng needed her comfort at this moment, but her heart felt heavy.
Being with him for so long, she had enjoyed all his goodness.
When he was humiliated, she couldn't even say a word to help him.
In fact, she herself was also his stain.
If, if he married a wealthy young lady, maybe no one would dare to ridicule him.
At least, that person could openly stand beside him to support him.
"What are you thinking about?" Her hand was suddenly caught, his deep voice came through.
Mu Yan turned her head to look at him and smiled slightly, "Nothing, just a bit sleepy."
Jiang Jingheng looked at her eyes filled with worry and said with a frown, "You haven't been in high spirits all night, unhappy?"
"No," Mu Yan shook her head, "I'm just about to go to the set for filming, and it will be a long time before we can see each other."
