The Bentley sped down the highway, heading towards the Lu Family's old mansion, blending into the flow of thousands of cars, yet its noble aura was still unmistakable.
Outside, the lights were dazzling, brilliant, but the atmosphere inside the car felt a bit stifling.
Song Yinyin didn't know why, but at this moment, she just felt a bit at a loss.
Clearly, she hadn't done anything wrong, so why did she have this feeling of having done something wrong, worried about being scolded thoroughly by a parent?
She glanced at Lu Jihan, who continued driving without a glance at her.
He didn't seem to be angry anymore, and she slightly exhaled in relief.
At an intersection ahead, when waiting for the traffic lights, he turned to look at her, his gaze slightly deep.
Feeling the man's gaze on her, her recently relaxed heart leapt back to her throat.
Immediately after, she felt him lean over, his two strong arms, like iron pillars, trapping her between them and the passenger seat.
