575 Take You Back to My Home

Reclining the seat, he scooped Lu Man onto his lap. He almost did both the actions at the same time, all in one breath.

By the time Lu Man finally reacted, she was already in Han Zhuoli's arms.

Right in front of her eyes was his strong, toned hard chest and her back was pressed against the steering wheel.

Although they had reached the Old Han mansion, they hadn't drove in yet. However, seeing Old Han mansion in the front, Lu Man felt very sheepish about being so intimate with Han Zhuoli.

"You got too many calls. I couldn't even spend time with you properly even if I wanted to," Han Zhuoli said resignedly, "Why are you even busier than I am?"

Feeling remorseful, Lu Man pecked him on the corner of his lip sympathetically. "There probably aren't any more."

However, Han Zhuoli still couldn't rest assured. Hence, he took her phone and put it on silent mode it before throwing it on the passenger seat.