Shangguan Xiu angrily grabbed An Xiaomian's arm and dragged her towards the direction of the Rolls-Royce.
Instantly, An Xiaomian's arm ached piercingly; he was using far too much strength. She struggled, frowning and bellowing at him, "Mr. Shangguan, let go of me, be gentle, it hurts too much, and what does my meeting with my friends have to do with you, what right do you have to talk about me like this!"
Shangguan Xiu did not stop, but instead quickly pulled her to the front of the car. The door had been opened earlier; he directly dragged her onto the car, got on himself, and after instructing the driver to return immediately, he slammed the car door with a bang. Then, his tall figure pressed the petite An Xiaomian beneath him.
