บท 1673: Marry Me, Please? (Part Three)

After confirming that Ye Cong had left, Qian Yikun pulled Mo Fei out of the darkness and strode towards his car.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Qian Yikun growled.

Qian Yikun was pulling Mo Fei so hard that she staggered forward. The man was so strong that she found herself unable to pull her hand away.

Mo Fei had been thrown into the car by Qian Yikun. Just as she was about to get up, Qian Yikun leaned over and pressed his hands on the edge of the back seat. He had Mo Fei completely pressed under his body but he supported his body with his arms so that he would not be pressing directly against her body.

Mo Fei, "…"

What was with this sudden ruthless CEO kind of scene?

"Mo Fei, how little importance do you think your life is?" Qian Yikun tried to suppress his anger, but he still could not help spitting out his burning anger.

The small light in the car was dim. It was dimmer than the streetlights in the distance.