747 Hippo, Bian Zaide_2

"What are you going down there for?"

Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze from the car window and asked in return.

"Isn't she about to leave?"

Sending off guests is one of those basic social niceties that even a Taoist nun sister understands.

"Some people do not require a farewell."

Jiang Chen started the car; the S8, known as the Suit Thug, turned around on the spot and drove away from the airport.

From the beginning to the end, Ai Qian didn't look around, and he harbored no attachment either.

Just as he once told the other person.

Not every encounter leads to an outcome, but every meeting is meaningful.

Although this relationship ended without trouble or strife, Jiang Chen did not regret it nor harbor any resentment.

After all, during certain times when they were together, both were filled with sincerity.

Tanki Liuli wasn't a curious person, but she keenly sensed that the man driving beside her today was somewhat different.

"Wasn't her illness cured?"