Yu Lingqian was tall and handsome, and he walked out carrying a woman in such a grand manner, drawing sidelong glances from the onlookers.
Mu Anran could only tuck her head further inside the suit jacket, having already cursed the bastard ten thousand times in her heart.
The man walked to the Maybach, opened the door, and threw her in.
Mu Anran's bottom had hardly touched the seat when she reflexively bounced up, ready to flee.
Yu Lingqian grabbed her wrist, causing her pretty face to pale from pain as she cried out, "Ah!"
His eyes turning cold, the man leaned in and scooped her into his arms, then rolled up the sleeve of her right wrist.
Several purple bruises came into view.
Mu Anran felt the air pressure around him suddenly drop, a sense of unease slowly rising in her heart. She awkwardly tried to pull her hand back, "I want to get out of the car!"
"Who did this?" he asked indifferently, looking up, the fierceness in his eyes slowly rising.
