Mu Yan hugged Jiang Jingheng, catching the familiar scent belonging to him, nuzzling against his chest. She turned her head to Jiang Yun behind her and said, "Sister Jiang, my husband is here to pick me up. I'm heading home. Be careful on your way."
Jiang Yun snapped out of her shock, nodding, "Mm, okay."
She hurriedly handed her bag over.
"Thank you!" Jiang Jingheng accepted it, lowering his eyes as he nodded to her, his cool features appearing even more distant under the night's hue.
Then, he naturally slung the bag over his neck.
Jiang Yun, "..."
Perhaps the one in front of her was a counterfeit version of Boss Jiang, otherwise, how could he do something so common like slinging his girlfriend's bag over his neck, which did not suit his noble status at all?
Yet, she had to admit there was an unusual elegance in the way he did it.
Indeed, everything a good-looking man does seems right.
Jiang Jingheng scooped Mu Yan up, ready to leave.
