Liang Anya moved her hand, the car door immediately opened, and she rushed out, grabbing Jiang Pinhao's arm like she had found a lifeline.
"Anya—" Jiang Pinhao saw her flushed cheeks, the open collar of her shirt, and was startled. Then he glanced at Si Yuheng in the driver's seat, his gaze deep and intense, and could almost guess what had happened. He pulled Liang Anya behind him protectively, glaring hard at the man in the car: "Mr. Si, aren't you being too excessive! No matter who you are, this is China, a country governed by laws—not your underground playground where you can act recklessly!"
Si Yuheng tugged at his collar, his long leg casually lifting and thumping onto the instrument panel in front: "A college professor, huh? If you're so keen on lecturing people, go back to school. I'm not your student!"
Jiang Pinhao frowned, and Liang Anya, already not wanting to linger here, tugged at Jiang Pinhao softly, saying, "Let's go. Don't argue with him."
