On the other side.
Xiao Chen dragged Lan Yue out at a brisk pace, walked straight to his car, reached out to open the door, and hurled her into the vehicle.
Then, with a heavy face, he turned and took the driver's seat, stomping on the accelerator, and the car sped away instantly.
Lan Yue sat in the passenger seat, expressionless, yet her nails were digging painfully into her palms.
She had not expected to see him again so soon.
The fury emanating from Xiao Chen was almost tangible, spreading throughout the confined space of the car, as if pinning her firmly to her seat.
The atmosphere inside the car was so oppressively heavy that it became hard to breathe.
The car stopped in front of his residence, Xiao Chen got out and opened the door, pulling her out and dragging her forward.
Dressed in an evening gown and ten-centimeter high heels, Lan Yue stumbled and lurched as Xiao Chen pulled her along.
