Li Yeqi's steps didn't stop. He strode around the conference table, and when he saw Yan Luoxi sprinting in the opposite direction, he squinted slightly. With both hands on the table, he vaulted over it and accurately grabbed the little woman who was trying to escape.
He held her tightly in his arms, "Run, keep running."
Yan Luoxi was pinned tightly against his chest and couldn't move. She stomped her foot angrily, "Let me go, I don't want you to hold me, Li Yeqi, you bastard, you only know how to bully me."
Li Yeqi heard her curse him, and he smiled sinisterly, "Didn't you say you don't recognize me?"
Yan Luoxi was momentarily at a loss for words. She turned her face away, refusing to speak to him, her cheeks puffed with anger, wishing she could bite him. Every time she thought about how he knocked her out and threw her onto a plane, she didn't want to pay him any attention.
