Everyone's gaze fell on Zhuang Chujiao.
She stood there quietly, less flamboyant and more gentle and serene.
Old Mrs. Zhuang knew her feelings for Jiang Jingheng, her brows furrowed slightly, "Is there no car at home? If you want to go somewhere, can't the driver take you?"
"I just thought it was on the way." Zhuang Chujiao said softly, "Besides, now that I know Brother Jingheng and Nuannuan are married, how could I possibly do something like stealing her husband."
She spoke so directly that it left no room for error.
Seeing her repent, Old Mrs. Zhuang's displeasure with her faded a bit.
She looked at Jiang Jingheng and said, "Jingheng, go get busy, don't delay your work, remember to come over for dinner tonight."
"Alright, I'll head off then." Jiang Jingheng nodded slightly, glanced at Mu Yan, and turned to walk out.
Mu Yan watched his back, then turned to look at Zhuang Chujiao, who was also looking at her with a challenging gaze.
