After admitting her wrong husband, she climbed the wall overnight with her three treasures

Jiang Yi'an was silent for a moment, and finally nodded with a chuckle: "That's right."

"Mo Beixiao is not Mo Nanze. It doesn't matter what he is to me..."

After saying these words, Jiang Yi'an smiled.

Even though she had tried her best to suppress her emotions, she still couldn't help but tremble slightly the moment she spoke.

The man sitting in the passenger seat frowned and looked at Jiang Yi'an in the rearview mirror, with a complicated light in his eyes.

Mi Xiaobei sharply saw the man in the passenger seat looking at Jiang Yi'an.

She frowned and subconsciously blocked Jiang Yi'an with her body to block the man's sight: "Where is the gentleman in the co-pilot going?"

"Why didn't you say a word after getting in the car?"

Seeing Mi Xiaobei's hostile actions and voice, the man in the passenger seat coughed lightly, took out his cell phone and started typing.

"Sir, don't you want to answer my question?"

Seeing him starting to fiddle with his phone, Mi Xiaobei thought he didn't want to pay attention to her, and couldn't help but feel angry.

Although she was dissatisfied with this man sharing a car with them, she couldn't delay the online car-hailing driver's business.

But this man was sitting in the passenger seat. Not only did he hear their entire conversation, he also stared at Jiang Yi'an with that direct look in his eyes.

After being exposed by her, he just didn't answer and pretended to be dead.

Isn't this too rude?

Just when Mi Xiaobei was angry and wanted to retaliate, the man in the passenger seat stretched out his hand with a slight trembling and handed the phone to Jiang Yi'an.

Jiang Yian was stunned for a moment and subconsciously took the phone over.

On the phone, there is a text typed by the man in the front row——

[I suffered from a serious illness and my speech function was damaged. My speech was a bit unpleasant and confused. I stopped talking for fear of scaring you. 】

[I have seen your news on the Internet, so I took a few more glances out of curiosity. 】

[I apologize if this offended you. 】

[You can talk about what you want to talk about, don’t be burdened, we are just strangers. 】

The man's words were sincere and frank, and Jiang Yi'an's heart sank slightly.

"Sir, my friend doesn't mean any harm, it's just that because of what I've been through recently, she's a bit of a loser."

As Jiang Yian spoke, he handed the phone back to the man: "I wish you a speedy recovery."

The man nodded towards Jiang Yi'an, stretched out his hand and took the phone.

The joints of his big hands were thin and slender, and the back of his hands seemed to be bruised and swollen from years of infusion.

Jiang Yi'an looked at his hands and inexplicably thought of Mo Nanze whom he had met in a suburban nursing home a few days ago.

The hands of the man who had been lying in the hospital bed for five years, like the man in front of him now, were covered with scars from pinholes and traces of indwelling needles.

I don't know if Mo Nan, who is lying in the hospital bed, will know the news of Grandpa Mo's death.

If he knew...

Will he choose to side with her, or will he, like Mo Beixiao, believe that she is the murderer of Grandpa Mo...

Soon, Bai Qingshu's car stopped at the entrance of Mi Xiaobei's Sunshine Community.

"Nanze."

Sitting in the driver's seat, Bai Qingshu looked at the two women leaving and frowned slightly: "How is it? Does she feel the same as you imagined?"

The man in the passenger seat took off his mask, revealing a pale and thin face.

He turned to look in the direction Jiang Yian left, the corners of his lips raised slightly: "It's better than I imagined."

He had heard and seen her before when he was in the nursing home, but that was all.

Today I finally saw her alive outside the ward...

It feels very different.

"Tsk, tsk, it looks like you like it?"

Bai Qingshu raised his eyebrows: "Then when do you plan to let everyone know that you are awake?"