A massive Hummer sped out of the compound and, after slowing down slightly at the guard booth, quickly disappeared into the distance.
On the passenger seat, Luo Ziling, who tightly clutched the door handle trying to keep himself balanced, looked ahead with a touch of dejection. Lin Lan, still dressed coolly, gripped the steering wheel with one hand, her less convenient left hand resting by the car door the whole time.
"Are you really angry with me?" After the vehicle left the mysterious compound, Luo Ziling couldn't hold back any longer and asked softly.
Lin Lan had been angry earlier, pointing a gun at him when he subconsciously asked if she was going to force him to marry her, which, to his surprise, made Lin Lan even angrier. She didn't say another word, put on a leather jacket over her pajamas, and then ordered Luo Ziling to follow her.
Luo Ziling didn't dare refuse and obediently followed her out of the room.
