Zhou Jin's intentions were quite clear, and Mo Yan dared not contradict him, so he continued to drive.
Li Qianrui turned her head to look at the man beside her, "Zhou Jin, what do you mean by this? I asked you to stop the car and let me get out. You might be willing to die for Su Zhishui, but don't drag me into it as your shield, okay?"
Zhou Jin glanced at her indifferently. "If I die, you must die with me."
Li Qianrui...
She reached out her small hand to open the car door, but couldn't; the door was already locked.
"Zhou Jin, you bastard!" Furious, she lifted her high heel and kicked the man squarely.
The man didn't move, allowing her to kick him. Soon there was a footprint on his black trousers, which looked somewhat ludicrous. "Li Qianrui, I advise you not to waste your efforts."
Li Qianrui regretted it, truly regretted saving him.
...
Five minutes later, the luxury car came to a halt, and Zhou Jin got out of the car.
