The driver quickly drove the car over.
Ling Yin opened the car door, crouched down, and while setting Hua Hua down, shoved him into the car.
Hua Hua forced himself to endure the grievances and humiliation welling up inside, gripping the car hood firmly and refusing to get in. Ling Yin raised an eyebrow, the two locked eyes, sparks flew, and Ling Yin's low voice came filled with an undeniable command: "Get in the car!"
"Why should I get into your car?" What does he think of me, rushes in when he's interested, leaves when he's not, and uses force when he's upset? "It's just a game between us, and the game is over now, so why are you showing up in front of me?"
"Game?" Ling Yin's voice rose, the taste of the words growing increasingly unpleasant between his teeth.
