Mo Yan, who was in the driver's seat, had already noticed the atmosphere suddenly becoming tense and cold. He stealthily glanced through the rearview mirror; the wife was expressionless, and the president... even more so.
He couldn't take another look as Zhou Jin had slid down the visor.
Li Qianrui acutely sensed a crisp male scent approaching her. Her body stiffened suddenly, as she instinctively, yet silently, shrank away in defense and rejection, but it was futile. A firm arm encircled her delicate waist, the man's large palm pushing aside her clothing before kissing her face, "Can you talk to me now?"
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