"No thanks. Why should I sleep on your sofa when I have a perfectly comfortable bed? I'm leaving." Jian Dan finished speaking and walked out of Jian Xiaokai's office without looking back.
Who could have expected that just as she stepped out of Yuanyi's door, completely unguarded, her feet suddenly left the ground—two burly men hoisted her up and carried her away.
"Who are you? What do you want? Let go of me, or don't blame me for retaliating." She prepared to strike as she spoke.
Yet the two men not only didn't let her go but quickened their pace, carrying her to a black van…
As Jian Dan was forcibly shoved into the van, she readied herself to fight back—then she saw the person sitting across from her. Her raised hand froze in mid-air. "Zimo-jie? Why is it you?"
"Drive!"
"Zimo-jie, what's going on? If you wanted to meet me, you could have just called. What's with all this drama?"
"This isn't the place to talk."
