Leng Zimo's grip was so tight that Luo Xiaoqian felt like her arm was about to be crushed.
Hadn't he accused her of acting? Hadn't he said he didn't believe her? Why was he looking for her now?
"Leng Zimo, let go of me!"
She struggled hard to shake off his palm but was utterly unable to do so.
"Come back with me!"
Dragging her, Leng Zimo strode toward his car, pulled open the passenger door, pushed her onto the seat, and slammed the door shut with a bang.
He shot a cold glance at Jiao Yang, who was still leaning against the car, and then walked over to the driver's seat.
What did he think she was?
Luo Xiaoqian was also furious.
As Leng Zimo opened the door on the driver's side, she had already climbed up from the seat, pushed the door open, jumped out of the car, and pulled herself into Jiao Yang's car.
"Drive!"
Rising to sit in the driver's seat, Jiao Yang promptly started the car and headed for the alley's mouth.
