"Young Master, what's wrong with you?" Finally, at the roadside, Chi Ying picked up Mu Yin, who was almost collapsing and couldn't even stand, and hurriedly helped her into the car in a panic.
"Not dead yet..." Mu Yin's face was ashen, her legs still trembling nonstop, without any strength.
That madman actually took her racing around Yangcheng for a full three rounds until she finally broke down crying, begging for mercy and promising to see him tonight, only then did he kindly let her out of the car.
As soon as she got out of the car, she vomited all over the ground...
"Was it that guy driving the Aston Martin? I'm going to kill him..." Chi Ying was filled with righteous indignation; she had watched helplessly as that guy dragged their young master into the car and even forcibly kissed her inside.
If not for Aunt Hong risking her life to stop her, she would have rushed over and given him a severe beating right there and then.
