"This place is not safe." Lu An'an did not agree with him. "Other people still need to rest."
Yan Yunge's expression darkened, and he became more resentful towards the reporter who had disturbed his good time.
"It's getting late, Honey. Why don't we go home?" He sounded out.
Lu An'an nodded. Whether it was the garden on the top floor or the party downstairs; she could no longer stay.
Seeing that she had agreed, Yan Yunge suddenly revealed a triumphant smile.
Lu An'an was alarmed. But before she could figure it out, she was pulled into Yan Yunge's arms the moment she got into the car.
The driver sensibly raised the partition. He had already gotten used to this kind of thing since it had happened many times.
"What are you doing?" Lu An'an protested softly, fearing that the driver in front would hear.
Yan Yunge did not say a word but kissed her emphatically again.
Lu An'an could not resist at all, so she could only comply.
