"I want to give a ride, I will; if I don't want to, you'll have to get off," Mo Shiche finally turned to look at her, but his expression was very cold, "You already have someone you like anyway, so there's no need to sit in my car, dirtying both me and him. Better to be good and get out, hmm?"
Did that mean if she didn't obediently get out of the car, he was planning to resort to some kind of violence?
Luo Qiangwei took a deep breath, not wanting to waste any more words with him, reached for the orange juice in the middle that had been sipped only once, pushed open the car door, and was ready to get out.
Her hand was held down by the man, "This orange juice is mine."
She already had one foot out of the car and didn't pull it back in as she turned to look at him, "So just because you bought it, I can't take it with me?"
"No, you can't."
She was so angry she laughed, "Wasn't it bought for me to drink?"
He said indifferently, "So I also have the right not to let you drink it."
