"I won't allow anyone to slander her!" Zhan Xiaohan's gaze was so cold it could kill.
"Heh."
Jiang Ruan twisted her head to look out of the car window when suddenly the car came to a screeching halt.
Her body lurched forward, about to smash into the seat in front of her.
Zhan Xiaohan's arm was already in front of her.
"Hiss…"
Zhan Xiaohan, seeing she wasn't hurt, withdrew his own arm, which had become numb from the knock.
The handsome furrow between his brows, no matter how many times she had angered him, in this critical moment, his hand still involuntarily protected this infuriating woman.
The driver was sweating profusely, "Young Master Zhan, a woman blocked our way."
This crazy woman suddenly rushed up; he almost didn't react in time.
Mrs. Jiang, with her hair down, her pale face devoid of makeup, wearing a pink silk pajama set, looked like a lunatic who had suddenly fallen ill.