Tang Yu's struggle was futile; with overwhelming strength, she was easily dragged into the car.
As soon as the door closed, the car sped away.
Weng Lai, who came chasing after her, stomped her feet in jealousy upon seeing the scene.
She believed it was only a matter of time before Ye Sihan would fall for her charm.
The Rolls-Royce moved steadily along the road, but the back seat was anything but calm.
Tang Yu tried to slide off Ye Sihan's sturdy thighs, but the hand on her waist was like a chain, trapping her, and her continuous struggle nearly exhausted her strength.
"Hasn't anyone told you not to move recklessly on a man's body?" Ye Sihan's husky voice was laced with danger.
Tang Yu's body suddenly froze, her expression changed and she dared not move again.
"What's the fuss?" Ye Sihan pinched her chin and asked.
"I'm not making a fuss, I just didn't want to get in your car," said Tang Yu, looking away defiantly.
"Then whose car did you want to get into? Huh?"