Leng Zimo’s grip was so tight that Luo Xiaoqian felt like her arm was about to be crushed.
Hadn’t he accused her of acting? Hadn’t he said he didn’t believe her? Why was he looking for her now?
"Leng Zimo, let go of !"
She struggled hard to shake off his palm but was utterly unable to do so.
"Co back with !"
Dragging her, Leng Zimo strode toward his car, pulled open the passenger door, pushed her onto the seat, and slamd the door shut with a bang.
He shot a cold glance at Jiao Yang, who was still leaning against the car, and then walked over to the driver’s seat.
What did he think she was?
Luo Xiaoqian was also furious.
As Leng Zimo opened the door on the driver’s side, she had already climbed up from the seat, pushed the door open, jumped out of the car, and pulled herself into Jiao Yang’s car.
"Drive!"
Rising to sit in the driver’s seat, Jiao Yang promptly started the car and headed for the alley’s mouth.
Leng Zimo rushed out of the car, trying to catch the door, but the car brushed past his fingertips and he grasped at air.
Watching the yellow sports car disappearing into the distance, he clenched his teeth as he got back into his car, hitting the ignition while shutting the door.
Starting the car, he floored the accelerator, and the black Humr roared out like a beast, charging onto the roadway.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Luo Xiaoqian hung her head in dejection.
Jiao Yang glanced in the rear-view mirror at the black Humr that seed to be racing madly through the traffic behind them.
"He’s catching up."
Luo Xiaoqian abruptly lifted her head to look behind.
Sure enough, not far behind her, Leng Zimo’s car was rapidly closing in on hers, watching his car nearly grazing through between two others as she just gripped the seat tightly in tension.
Had this man gone mad?
"Hold tight!" Jiao Yang’s hand suddenly reached over, pressed her back into the seat, and fastened her seat belt for her with a lazy smile, "I’ll shake him off for you!"
Before he even finished the word "him," his foot was already pressing down on the accelerator.
The yellow sports car shot through the intersection like lightning at the last second of the yellow light.
Leng Zimo, seeing the sports car run the red light ahead, imdiately switched his foot from the brake back to the gas pedal and pressed down hard.
At this mont, his light turned red, and cars on both sides began moving.
The black Humr, like an untad wild horse, charged through the stop line and swerved into the opposite curve.
On the road, brakes screeched, followed by a torrent of cursing drivers.
"In a hurry to reincarnate, are you?!"
"Think you’re sothing special with your fancy car?!"
...
Leng Zimo was oblivious; his sole focus was pressing the accelerator and shooting through the junction.
One thought dominated his heart.
Stop her!
It seed, if he truly let her go this ti, it would an losing her forever.
He knew she was angry, aggrieved, unhappy... But that was no reason for her to leave him.
He ca to say sorry to her and then take her back.
She belonged to him, and without his permission, how could she possibly leave?!
Jiao Yang was driving fast as well, but even so, his deanor was still languid. Glancing at the rear-view mirror, he gave a lazy smile.
"It looks like he’s given up!"
Luo Xiaoqian turned her head to look behind her.
In the rear, there were just other cars driving down the road; the black Humr was nowhere to be seen.
Knowing that Leng Zimo wasn’t following anymore, Luo Xiaoqian let out a light sigh of relief and loosened her grip on the armrest.
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