Then, Ouyang Zhi's voice grew heavier as he said, "Little beauty, what are you trying to do? This is very dangerous."
"Let me go, don't hold me, do you hear me?" An Xiaomian had just touched the car door when she was grabbed and held by someone. Startled, she began to struggle fiercely and cursed loudly, "Rascal, bastard, Ouyang Zhi, have you gone mad!"
But this time, Ouyang Zhi was not joking with her, nor did he let her go. Even though she struggled with all her might, her strength was utterly overwhelmed by that of a grown man like Ouyang Zhi, so in the end, she was still held tightly by him.
Ouyang Zhi's voice became stern, resonating over her head, "Before the car stops, I'm afraid I can't let you go, little beauty. You're too impulsive, I'm worried that if I do, we'll all end up in a car accident, and that would be terrible."
"Pervert," An Xiaomian cursed furiously.
