Mo Yang ignored him. He simply dragged Chu Yue off.
His legs were long, and he walked very fast. Every step he took was a large one.
But he continued to hold Chu Yue's hand and did not make it too hard for her to follow him.
"Hey, hey… Mo Yang… Brother Mo…"
"Stop. Where are you bringing Yue Yue? Stop…"
Mo Yang ignored the boy behind him. He pulled Chu Yue into the car and slammed the door. "Drive off!"
The driver reacted very fast. He immediately drove off. The boy carrying the roses chased after them but was almost knocked over by the gust of wind caused by the car speeding off.
He could only watch as the black car disappeared into the distance.
In the car, Mo Yang did not say anything. Chu Yue sat next to him. He was still holding her hand tightly.
After hesitating for a long time, Chu Yue finally said, "You… when did you get back?"
"I just got off the plane!"
Chu Yue was shocked. "You just got off the plane?"