Having said that, Mo Shiche wrapped his arm around Luo Qiangwei's waist and walked her toward the car, leaning down to whisper in her ear, "If you dare run now, I'll go and beat him until he can't get up."
Luo Qiangwei, "..."
Angry enough to want to bite him, she still took a deep breath to restrain herself, turning her head to flash Yan Chu a strained smile, "Ah Chu, sorry, my husband has a bit of intermittent epilepsy, I have to accompany him home for treatment. You go and rest early, good night."
"..." Mo Shiche's handsome face darkened as he simply picked her up by the waist and placed her in the passenger seat.
The luxury sedan sped away.
Yan Chu's hand, which had been reaching out, slowly retracted, his face melancholic. She had left again... And the person she left with was her husband; he didn't even have the right to ask her to stay.
