In a fit of rage, Yu Jingchen strode forward without any regard for whether An Ning could keep up.
She was practically running, already out of breath, and barely keeping her tongue in.
Not until he yanked open the car door and stuffed her in, regardless of her pain, did she finally get a chance to rest.
Afterward...
With a 'screech,' Yu Jingchen's car shot out like an arrow.
The speed was so fast that An Ning couldn't take it all in, as the scenery whizzed past the car windows.
"Ah..." An Ning couldn't help but scream out loud, "Slow down..."
He must be insane; the car was going many times faster than the last time he got angry.
She felt as though she was constantly in danger of being smashed to pieces.
Yu Jingchen seemed to be punishing her, going faster and faster.
Until they got home.