"I'm going to move!" Aria Grant abandoned her previous demeanor, waving her arms and legs like a naughty child, trying to interfere with George Flack.
George Flack finally furrowed his brow, pulled over, and turned his head with a hint of anger in his heart, only to meet Aria Grant's gaze directly. Her clear eyes showed a hint of chaotic charm due to the alcohol. George Flack hesitated for a moment, and the anger was instantly erased from his heart, a complex color flashed in his eyes, and soon returned to the usual indifference: "If you continue to mess around, I will throw you out." Obviously, there was no anger in his tone anymore.
Upon hearing this, Aria tilted her head and nodded innocently like a child. Then George turned around and started the engine. However, not long after, Aria started to reach for the steering wheel again, like a child going back on her word.
George Flack had never expected Aria Grant's drunken madness to be this childish.
