Qiao Nian, Don't You Want to Apologize to Me?

Ye Wangchuan reached out to her, his fingers slender. "Let's go."

What… did he mean?

Qiao Nian glanced at the hand in front of her. After a pause, her hand slowly came out of her pocket.

Ye Wangchuan clenched his fist and held her hand tightly. He said a few more words to the white-haired old man before leaving with her.

**

Outside.

Qiao Nian walked out and bumped into Nie Qingru and the rest.

Nie Qingru's face fell and her expression turned ugly. Even her footsteps slowed down.

Shadow, on the other hand, was extremely vigilant. He did not expect Qiao Nian and Ye Wangchuan to appear here.

As for Nie Qixing, his face was pale. He grabbed the wheelchair's armrests, his nails digging into them. His eyes wanted to pierce through the man and woman walking towards him.