"Let go of me."
Having walked quite a distance, Qin Qingqing struggled angrily.
However, her strength was no match for Mo Ziye's. "If you don't want to be photographed and make headlines, behave yourself."
The airport was already a crowded place, and they were the type to attract attention. Any struggle immediately drew curious gazes around.
Mo Ziye tightened his grip on her hand, pulling her closer.
Qin Qingqing's body pressed against his. He turned his head, and his heated, deep voice whispered by her ear, causing her face to flush.
His profound eyes glanced over her reddened skin. Mo Ziye dragged her to the parking lot, stuffed her into the passenger seat, then instructed Uncle Liu to take a cab home himself.
He pulled open the driver's door and got in.
"I don't want to go to the hospital."
As soon as he got in the car, Qin Qingqing expressed her stance.
In the driver's seat, the man's cold gaze swept over her, "Buckle your seatbelt."
