The man winced in pain and finally loosened his grip, releasing her in the process.
Now able to breathe normally, Tong Ran held her reddened wrist, "Mo Nanjue, what are you getting so worked up about!"
He had started to become an asshole who would lash out without any warning!
Mo Nanjue's eyes, nearly spitting fire, stared at her intently, and within three seconds, he suddenly reached out and lifted her sideways into his arms!
"Let's go, to the car."
"Mo Nanjue, don't—"
The man completely ignored her struggle. As he threw her into the car, his gaze swept over the driver who had been standing dumbfounded for a long while like a blade, "Disappear now! A second late and I'll take a leg!"
"Yes, yes, Young Master, please calm down, I'll leave right away..."
The driver hurried off like lightning.
Watching the driver run away, Tong Ran, who was thrown onto the rear seat, couldn't help but curl up her body, "Mo Nanjue, don't—"
Bang—
The car door closed with a heavy thud.
