After sitting down, Gu Nanqiao couldn't help but move closer to the driver's seat. Huo Jingting, with his hands on the steering wheel, looked at the woman entangling herself around him and couldn't help but growl angrily, "Gu Nanqiao, behave yourself!"
But she had lost all reason and couldn't listen to his words. Her whole body was nearly plastered against him, her arms wrapped around his neck with so much force as if she feared he would abandon her.
"Tell me, what's so good about Qin Jiaran... where is she better than me..." she murmured softly, her voice filled with indescribable grievance.
The strong smell of alcohol from her mouth wafted into his nostrils. The man's face darkened progressively. He held the steering wheel with one hand, while the other reached for her shoulder, pushing her away without any mercy.
Gu Nanqiao was quiet for a moment.