Li Beicheng didn't make a sound, and naturally, the driver didn't dare to make a move.
He watched Yan Xiaye's rare smile with an almost greedy intensity for a long time, his inner desire to possess her screaming wildly, but ultimately he didn't dare to force himself on her again.
"Yan Xiaye, you are mine."
As he uttered these words, the man's gloomy black eyes carried a thin layer of aggressive air, each word sounding like a decree.
Yan Xiaye, for once, did not embarrass him, even maintaining the upward curve of her lips thoughtfully, though the smile did not reach her eyes. Underneath the stunning appearance was a cool indifference.
Then, before Li Beicheng, she withdrew her gaze, closed the car door with composure, and instructed the driver, "Drive."
The driver, caught in a dilemma, glanced at the man standing beside the car with a deep look in his eyes through the rearview mirror. After a brief exchange of looks, he hesitantly stepped on the gas pedal.
