She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Yan Li didn't know why he suddenly changed his mind, but it must have something to do with that phone call.

Yan Zhan's expression was hidden in the night and was somewhat unclear.

I just heard him say: "I have something urgent to do."

Yan Li wanted to ask more, but Shen Yan grabbed him and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Yan. After dinner, we will definitely send Sister Manshu home safely."

He also took the initiative to explain the situation to the old couple of the Yan family and apologized.

If the Xu family is really so cruel that they fail to take revenge on Mansu and instead take their anger out on the Yan family, they must be prepared.

Of course, Shen Yan would not give Xu Qiao this opportunity.

Manshu also opened the passenger door and got out.

"Uncle San, go ahead if you have anything to do. I can take care of myself."

"As for what happened today, don't blame your cousin and Brother Yan. It was my own idea."

As she spoke, she glanced at the back seat.

The Fengming Sword was placed on the back seat.

"Also, I like that sword."

She specifically mentioned the Fengming Sword, and Yan Zhan's eyes flashed.

"Okay, if you like it, take it back."

"My car, you guys drive back to Yan's house."

He has to go do some work now, and driving this car is too conspicuous and inconvenient.

"Don't worry, Mr. Yan, we promise to help you drive the car back."

All men love cars, especially young people like them.

Yan Zhan's car is unusual at first glance, with its special license plate.

It definitely feels different when you drive it.

"Don't drive too fast." Maybe it was because the two of them were too obvious, but Yan Zhan seemed to see through their thoughts.

As soon as Yan Zhan left, Shen Yan was about to sit in the driver's seat.

But Manshu took the lead: "Let me open it. I feel like opening it."

My family would never let Manshu drive by himself easily.

Now that she finally had the chance, she didn't want to miss it.

"Okay, then I'll sit in the passenger seat and help you keep an eye on it."

Shen Yan had seen how recklessly Mansu drove. This was the imperial capital, and he was worried that this girl would become carried away while driving.

Manshu just needs to drive, she doesn’t care who sits in the passenger seat.

Yan Li, on the other hand, was somewhat stunned: "Cousin, do you really want your sister to drive?"

He was worried about being scolded when he got home.

"You look down on your sister? She may drive a little recklessly, but with me watching, there won't be any problems."

Yan Li recalled that the reason her sister was found was because Shen Yan and the others participated in the racing with her and almost pushed the fake daughter off the cliff.

The fake daughter was injured and her blood type was tested, only then did they realize that she was a fake.

"OK then."

Yan Li opened the back door and sat with Jian.

Feng Cheng saw that the two men were originally there to invite someone, but ended up getting into the car and refusing to get out.

He came over quickly: "What's wrong with you? Where is Manshu's third uncle?"

The man just left like that? And left the car to them?

"He has something urgent to do, so let's send Manshu home later."

Shen Yan's words were concise and to the point.

"This car..." Feng Cheng knocked on the car window, his expression changed slightly, "I'm going with you too!"

Shen Yan didn't notice anything else, but the license plate of the car was a bit special.

Feng Cheng lowered his voice: "Bulletproof glass."

Shen Yan: "Not surprising, didn't you see the license plate of this car?"

"I mean, this car is not modified, it's original."

The original bulletproof glass proves that this car is extraordinary. And what level of person is Yan Zhan, who owns this car?

It seems that we can no longer ask about his identity.

No wonder they were able to remain calm even after watching the show upstairs for such a long time.

He knew that no matter what trouble the little girl got into, he could handle it, right?