However, her shoulder was suddenly grabbed by someone. With a twist, her body was pressed against the expensive black car behind her.
Li Tingshen's handsome face fell.
There was no warmth on her face. Her thin lips were curled into a faint smile, but her gaze was as sharp as a blade.
Her waist was pinned to the car and her shoulders were pressed against the window.
When he spoke again, he seemed to have gritted his teeth—
"Where did you throw it? Huh?"
Her voice almost froze the air around her. Her dark eyes exuded a coldness and viciousness that made one shudder.
Ye Qingqiu looked at him, concealing the pain in her body. She looked at his indifferent expression.
Looking at him, the anger in Li Tingshen's heart intensified.
"Speak?! Where did you throw it?!"
Ye Qingqiu's eyelashes trembled at the man's words. After a while, she smiled and looked at him. Her unique voice sounded slowly.
