"Young Master Rong, let me drive." Just as Rong Che reached out to open the driver’s side door of the black Maybach, An Ruoxue blocked his path.
"What, do you think because I’ve had an allergic reaction, I’m not even fit to drive a car?"
"That’s not what I meant. You’re still a patient. Let me handle the driving—that is, after all, my job as your secretary," An Ruoxue said, and without waiting for his consent, she grabbed Rong Che and firmly pulled him toward the passenger side.
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