Jian Yanyan's lips curved slightly as she lowered her gaze, her long lashes covering those deep blue eyes. She started the car and drove away with Yanyan.
Su Junhao stood behind the car and ran after it for quite a distance, roaring angrily at it, "Jian Yanyan, you'll regret this, you'll regret it! That man has bad intentions toward you!"
When he finished, he furiously tore all the documents in his hands into tiny shreds, then flung them up so they scattered to the ground like flower petals.
He turned around and walked toward his own car, kicking over a trash can on the way.
Yang Qian timidly walked up to him and called out, "Young Master Su, I…"
"Get in the car." Su Junhao was seething, his voice so cold it could freeze as he snapped at Yang Qian.
Yang Qian's eyes lit up. She nodded happily and hurriedly scrambled into the car.
