Li Yeqi got into the car, a cigarette clamped between his lips. He looked down at her and suddenly leaned over to pick her up. Yan Luoxi felt weightless, her eyes widening in shock as the man sat down on the leather seat with her in his arms.
"Since you know, don't make me angry."
Yan Luoxi grinded her teeth in anger, glaring at him furiously, "Is this what all you rich people like to do, using your power and influence to manipulate others' careers and lives at will?"
Li Yeqi narrowed his eyes, "Wife, the rules of this world have always been about the survival of the fittest. Hasn't Heaven endowed us with power so that, at certain times, we can act as we please?"
"You make it sound so nice when it's actually just robbery by force," Yan Luoxi retorted resentfully.
