Han Luoli gradually pulled over and lowered his window, a mocking curve formed on his thin lips.
In the reflection of his eyes was a short, plump man, brandishing a bouquet of cash roses, badgering his baby with brazen arrogance in his mien.
Heh...
Such a lowly man dared to covet his woman; who gave him the audacity?
A faint sneer escaped him as Han Luoli's long legs stepped out of the car, heading towards Gu Xiaoer.
At this moment, Gu Xiaoer, hounded to exasperation by Meng Jun, had clarified her stance, but he was like oil that wouldn't soak up water, obstinately blocking her way. She was also worried about being seen by Da Luoluo, tiptoeing around like a thief.
Out of the corner of her eye, she seemed to catch sight of a tall figure. Gu Xiaoer's heart skipped a beat. It was over, what she dreaded most was happening. If not Da Luoluo, who else could that man, radiating an aura of deadly seriousness, be?
She had a premonition she'd die in bed tonight...
