Chen Wei lifted his leg, mounted the motorcycle and, without thinking, naturally placed his hands on Tang Yanran's waist.
"What are you doing!" Tang Yanran said nervously.
"You drive so wildly, if I don't hold on tight, what if I fall off? Will you take responsibility and take care of me?" Chen Wei asked.
"Take care of you? Dream on!" Tang Yanran retorted.
"Well then, no more talk, let's hit the road," he urged.
What a guy! Do you really think I'm your personal driver?
Fuming yet powerless against Chen Wei, she could only obediently drive the motorcycle away from the restaurant, heading toward the Su Family.
"Can't you really tell me about your identity? Maybe we're on the same side? We might have a chance to cooperate in the future," Tang Yanran couldn't help but say during the ride.
One minute...
Two minutes...
A whole three minutes passed, and Tang Yanran still hadn't received a reply from Chen Wei.
What a guy!
