He Hanjin's remark left Shen Chenxuan utterly speechless.
Indeed, no matter how well one understood, it could never compare to the day-to-day interactions within the He Family.
Seeing that Chenxuan made no further move, Hanjin snorted coldly and dominantly led Wen Zhi away.
Wen Zhi felt the fast speed of the car, her heart racing up to her throat as she tightly clutched the seatbelt, "Where are you taking me?"
In response to Wen Zhi's question, He Hanjin remained silent, though the car noticeably sped up a bit more.
Just think of the somewhat intimate distance between Chenxuan and her just now, he couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy.
It was not until they arrived at the entrance of a hotel that the car finally stopped.
He Hanjin, with an icy face, pulled Wen Zhi into the hotel. Once the door closed, he pressed her against it, pinching her chin, the distance between them so close that they could even feel each other's slightly heated breath.
