"At least you're loyal and didn't leave me behind."
Yan Shuo sat in the front passenger seat and studied Long Yan's new car. He was so envious that he almost went crazy.
Long Yan drove the car to the Yan family's house, but Yan Shuo insisted on pushing him out of the car. He wanted to drive his car to his heart's content, so long Yan generously threw him the car keys and paid him a visit with some tonics he bought on the way.
Half a month ago, Yan Qing had saved his life. No matter what, he had to thank him properly.
He didn't expect Yan Qing to be cooking in the kitchen. He stood in front of the open-concept kitchen with a bag of tonics in his hands. He couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't connect the man in casual home clothes in front of him with the person in charge of the Yan family, who was usually in power outside.