"You... What are you.."
Tang Yichen didn't let her finish what she was saying as he grabbed her wrist before dragging her out of the cafe.
Han Feng frowned "Hey, what the hell do you think you are doing?"
The man didn't even bother replying to him. The sight of her smiling at another man has messed up his mind.
Mo Jia struggled to get her hand out of his grip but she failed in doing so. Though his grip wasn't strong because he didn't want to hurt her but it was abnormally firm, no matter how she tried, she couldn't free herself from his grip.
"You.... Let me go," Mo Jia couldn't help but wonder if this was a relapse, one of those mood swings of his.
Tang Yichen didn't pause in his tracks before reaching his black Bentley which was parked outside the cafe. He dragged her towards the passenger seat before opening the door as he sat her down and helped her with the seatbelt.
He then walked towards the other side before getting in the driver's seat as he drove the car.
