Li Beicheng's throat caught, and despite repeatedly parting his lips, he couldn't utter a single word.
Yan Xiaye averted her eyes and stopped looking at him, directly commanding the driver, "Either stop the car or take me to Shuiting Club."
Less than an hour remained before the start of the reception, and although she had not been able to change her clothes, she shouldn't use that as an excuse to dump all the work on Yin Baiyan alone.
Her cold expression pierced Li Beicheng's heart. The man's lips tightened as he stared at her and asked, word by word, "What if I don't?"
Yan Xiaye sneered, casually placing her hand on the button by the car door, threatening in an almost amused tone, "Li Beicheng, being with you just makes me feel sick. If you insist on taking me to Wutong Road, I'd rather jump out of the car right here."
This was a busy stretch of road in Jianghai, with countless vehicles coming and going. Jumping out recklessly was almost certainly a death sentence.
