Ruan Yang was almost pushed to the ground by him. She steadied herself and saw him sitting in the backseat, his neck red with anger. He was so drunk that he could no longer recognize anyone.
"I'm not Yan Molun. Take a clear look at who I am." Ruan Yang didn't dare to touch him this time. She merely bent over in front of him.
Li Shaobin moved closer and squinted. After looking for a while, he suddenly gave her a slap. "You're so ugly. Who else would you be if you're not Yan Molun?"
Ruan Yang's face almost felt numb from the pain because of that slap. This fellow really used a lot of strength. Even while filming, she had never been hit so hard before. She massaged her face and wanted to throw a tantrum, but what was the point of getting angry at a drunkard? "You're really very drunk. Sit in the back properly. Don't move around."
