In the ink-black night sky, tinted with scattered cold rain, Lu Lingche's short hair was already wet, and droplets of rain fell off his chin. He seemed oblivious to it.
He pinned Qiao Yin against the car, tightly gripping her wrist: "I won't allow you to find any goddamn boyfriend. Dare to hug Gu Jing again, and I'll kill him!"
Qiao Yin endured the pain in her wrist, raised her head and sneered, "Good, dare to kill him, and I'll do the same to Lan Yuyi! We'll see who gives in first!"
"Are you drawing close to Gu Jing to get back at me?!"
"Don't flatter yourself, President Lu. I'm not wasting my time using this to get back at you. Are you under the impression that you're worth such a high price? I just simply like Gu Jing: young, handsome, gentle, and wealthy. Which girl wouldn't like him?"