"Wretched woman! What on earth are you saying! Don't think I don't dare do anything to you! These days, I've had enough of your arrogance! You'd better rein it in as soon as possible!"
Beitang Yao frowned, the veins on the back of his hand gripping the steering wheel bulged with anger, making it a terrifying and unsettling sight!
Sure enough, with Beitang Yao's low roar, she immediately shut up obediently, and even upon arriving at the party venue, she still hadn't recovered her senses. For Beitang Yao wasn't just driving, he was racing; that speed, oh, was truly too much for her frail heart.
Beitang Yao curled two fingers, tapped on the car window, urging Xia Qingqian to get out of the car, and she timidly crawled out of the vehicle.
She could only obediently hold onto Beitang Yao's arm, following the lead of the attendant, and entered the opulent hotel.
