Huo Zhenyang took his hands off the steering wheel and inched closer to the girl in the passenger seat, his gaze sharp as a knife, seemingly able to shred the dress off her.
He lifted his hand, cradled the girl's chin, and rubbed it mercilessly between his fingertips, emphasizing each word,
"Who gave you permission to care about my family affairs?"
The scorching breath of a male washed over her, along with his inherent light scent of masculinity, mingling together.
Jiayi's body, warmed by alcohol, felt ridiculously hot, and her head had started to spin from all the commotion, yet she still pursed her shimmering red lips, showing a stubborn streak, "I just thought the old man was a bit pitiful, why do you and your father have to make such a fuss."
"Care about me that much? Do you really think of yourself as my woman now?" The man laughed bitterly in anger, suddenly sliding his hand behind her and lifting her slender waist, rolling her forcefully into his embrace.
