Lu Jingchen dangerously narrowed his eyes, his face dark and gloomy, yet his grip on her hand slowly loosened a bit, but he didn't completely let her go.
Song Qiao bit her lip with her teeth, stubbornly looking at the man in front of her without saying a word.
Lu Jingchen's face grew even more sinister, and without saying a word, he pulled her directly toward the black Maybach parked not far away.
Song Qiao didn't expect Lu Jingchen to be so direct, pulling her without a word, leaving her no time to react. She was caught off guard by his sudden tug and stumbled, nearly falling.
Lu Jingchen noticed her odd reaction, paused his steps but bent down, half-holding and half-embracing her, and continued toward the black Maybach with her.
A sudden panic arose in Song Qiao's heart as she struggled and spoke out, "Lu Jingchen, what are you doing? Let me go..."
However, Lu Jingchen seemed not to hear and continued to tightly purse his lips, leading her to the Maybach.
