Jiang Mian directly carried Fu Sichen to the back seat of the car, struggling and knocking off the mask on Fu Sichen's face, all the while shouting, "Pervert! Hooligan! Bastard!"
Until her gaze met the familiar face above.
Fu Sichen...
A dim light flickered on above the back seat, and Jiang Mian felt a shiver at the sight of Fu Sichen's icy black eyes.
Her eyes widened in an instant, her heartbeat audible in the quiet car: "You... how did you get here."
She was having a great time dancing, and then out of nowhere, he came and carried her out of the dance hall.
What's the difference between this and kidnapping.
Jiang Mian almost thought she was going to be sold.
Fu Sichen's gaze closely followed the makeup on the woman's face, even noticing some tiny shimmering particles at the corner of her eyes.
He hooked his lips into a smile: "Mrs. Fu, your makeup today is well-suited for rekindling emotions."
