Beitang Xiu's heart ached slightly, "Xiao Shu, are you still angry?"

With a glare in her eyes, Jingshu shook off Beitang Xiu's hand with force, and the result was that no matter how hard she tried, Beitang Xiu's hand was like an all-purpose glue, dead 'stuck' to her and wouldn't let go.

"Beitang Xiu, let go! If you don't let go, I'll call someone!" He's so rich! He wants her to sit on his car? What do you take her for?

"Are you going to call 'molestation'?" The smile at the ...