The car was driving forward. Hugged closely by Ruan Zeyan, Ling Tian's posture didn't seem very comfortable. The man's palm held her chin and neck, and Ling Tianya could clearly see desire in his eyes.
Suddenly, Ling Tianya felt like a fish under a knife. She struggled to sit up straight. Sensing that she was uncomfortable, Ruan Zeyan loosened the hand that was holding her.
Finally sitting up, Ling Tianya looked out of the car window and asked, "Where are we going?"
"We're having dinner at home," Ruan Zeyan said casually.
"Dinner at home?" It was obvious that Ling Tianya didn't understand what "home" Ruan Zeyan was talking about.
Mildly annoyed, Ruan Zeyan said, "My home. I'm taking you to see my parents."
Ling Tianya quickly recalled that Ruan Zeyan's father. He had been at the end the press conference and said to them in a somewhat threatening tone, "Bring her home for dinner sometime."
