"Ah!" Lan Yudie exclaimed, suddenly feeling suffocated by the immense force pushing her back. The rapid acceleration seemed to press her firmly into her seat, rendering her unable to move.
Xiao Han's lips curled into a smug smile.
As Lan Yudie was firmly pressed against the seat, her full chest heaved up and down. She covered her chest with her hands, seemingly white as lotus roots, afraid that her ample bosom might be accidentally exposed. When Lan Yudie noticed Xiao Han snickering, she angrily said, "You jerk, did you do that on purpose?"
"I didn't, I swear!" Xiao Han quickly shook his head.
"Still denying it!" Lan Yudie glared at Xiao Han.
They arrived at Hanmen Restaurant. The car came to a stop.
Lan Yudie looked at Xiao Han with confusion and asked, "Xiao Han, why are we here?"
"We have business, of course," replied Xiao Han. "Today, you just need to speak less and listen more."
