Chapter 121 I Play with My Ancestor

Nan Jiaojiao was entirely immune to the sweet talk.

"Get in the car. What, you think I'm going to eat you?" Han Qi urged her.

Nan Jiaojiao simply wasn't interested, "Not going."

"Believe me if I say I'll come down and carry you?"

"You can't beat me."

Han Qi hissed, as he truly couldn't beat her, "My talent as a loyal dog is innate. Want to try again?"

Nan Jiaojiao's face turned sour in an instant, looking utterly awful.

Stuck to him like glue, she couldn't shake him off; feeling both disdain and disgust, his words hit her so hard that he saved her any hesitation, and she pulled open the car door and sat down.

As Han Qi attempted to get close, she swiftly picked up a Swiss Army knife from the center console, popped out the blade, and stabbed it down next to the handbrake.

A barrier was set between the two seats.