Yan Yan didn't make a sound, got into the car, and once the driver shut the door, he pulled her into his arms.
He flipped over and slapped her on her little butt.
His pleasant voice carried a hint of danger: "You've got some nerve, running off to live stream behind my back, huh?"
Now that the outsiders were gone, it was time to settle the score.
Although it didn't hurt, Yun Qiluo still let out a startled cry from being hit.
She instinctively turned her head to glare at him, about to ask why he hit her, then heard those words.
Lying on Yan Yan's lap, her small body instantly stiffened, like a child caught sneaking candy.
Her blushing face was filled with guilt, eyes darting around the car, not daring to look at the man again.
Yet Yan Yan had no intention of letting her off: "Not talking now, huh?"
Yun Qiluo's eyes darted around.
Suddenly, as if thinking of something, her small mouth pouted, eyes brimming with tears as she looked at him, activating her pitiful mode.
