"If I put her down and leave the car, will you still follow?" Gu Lanshan listened to Zhao Hanchen's plea with amusement, her tone very cold, "Zhao Hanchen, do you think I'm still the same person who was solely devoted to you?"
Zhao Hanchen couldn't say a word to deny it.
He gripped the steering wheel tighter and tighter, his temples throbbing, his jawline taut, "Fine, I'll follow you, but Gu Lanshan, I'm telling you one more time, don't do anything to hurt Weiyue, or I won't let you go!"
"What else can you do to not let me go?" Gu Lanshan laughed indifferently, her attitude cold as frost," Zhao Hanchen, I've already lost everything, what do I have to fear from your threats?"
After she spoke, she briskly hung up the phone and removed the cloth from Cheng Weiyue's mouth.
Almost the next second, the car shot out with a pressing speed.
