The woman said something again, but Sheng Jianan didn't hear it. He was about to speak when he suddenly heard a gentle yet decisive voice from behind the woman: "Pardon, C'est mon copain, Merci." (Sorry, this is my boyfriend, thank you.)
Because the woman he was talking to was Caucasian, she was a size larger than Su Anle and directly blocked her completely, which is why he hadn't seen her before.
The woman turned around, and Su Anle's delicate figure appeared in their line of sight. When Sheng Jianan met her smiling and serene face, his small worries vanished. The reasons for her leaving three years ago didn't matter; right now was what counted.
No matter who had been by her side and attentive during these three years, the critical thing was who she belonged to now.
Sheng Jianan took a step towards Su Anle and affectionately put his arm around her waist: "Finished with your errands?"
