"Rong Che, where exactly are you taking me?" An Ruoxue furrowed her beautiful brows, her clear, limpid eyes fixed on Rong Che, who had just shoved her into the passenger seat with rather unrefined force.
"What are you doing?"
An Ruoxue asked again, brow still knit, but Rong Che, his face dark, seemed to have no intention of answering. He reached over with practiced care, pulled the seatbelt across her, fastened it, and shut the door.
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