Luo Qiangwei's body tilted, and only by grabbing the seatbelt did she stabilize herself. Still in shock, she lifted her head to see a handsome man striding towards the car from outside the window.
Mo Shiche walked to the rear door, pulled it open, and leaned against the roof of the car, looking down at her, "Get out."
Luo Qiangwei, not understanding the fuss, got out and asked with furrowed brows, "What's wrong?"
Mo Shiche's jaw was tense as he lowered his gaze to her face, "Why did you take the little turtle pillow with you?"
She didn't understand, "I need a pillow to sleep at the apartment too."
"There's no wicker chair in the apartment. You only like using pillows on the wicker chair, so you did it on purpose," he stared at her, "Luo Qiangwei, are you thinking of taking the chance to run away?"
