Yuan Xuan Lifted Her Chin, Forcing Her to Meet His Eyes

Yan Jun heard Young Master's tone, and it seemed like he did not concern himself with the fact that someone had flirted with Little Mistress. He let out a sigh of relief. It was better to just focus on the road while driving. So long as the boss did not lose his temper, and Little Mistress did not throw a tantrum, everything would be fine.

Mu Chenyan struggled in the man's arms. She glanced at Yan Jun from the corner of her eyes and turned to this domineering man. The expression on his face was of one exceedingly self-righteous, and his gaze was cold and gloomy.

The woman knew that if she were to not give him face, throw a tantrum and have a fit at the outside, this man would swallow her up on the spot, so she could only give up struggling.