The light was dim, so Qiao Xuan couldn''t see Sheng Liang''s face clearly. However, when she saw him lean against the wall and slowly slide down to the ground, she knew that her guess was right.


    " "Don''t say anything." Qiao Xuan only had one hand, so it was a bit difficult for her to move. However, she still used the fastest speed to put on the man''s coat on Sheng Liang''s body, and even put on a hat for him.


    " You speak French? " Sheng Liang saw that she had put a lot of effort into putting on the woman''s windbreaker and wrapped her hair with a silk scarf.


    " They''re over there! " someone suddenly shouted.


    " Young Master Liang, how are you? " While Luo Jie drove fast, he looked at Sheng Liang behind him in the rearview mirror with worry.


    " "It''s fine." Sheng Liang curled up on the back of the carriage and tightly clenched his fingers.