Jiang Ruolan had learned her lesson from last time when she was late at Xian Group, so this time she arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau half an hour earlier than scheduled. Looking around, she could not see Xian Zihao's car, so he may not have arrived.
Seeing a coffee shop across the street, she decided to sit down first. Just as she stepped forward, she suddenly felt pain in her wrist. Jiang Ruolan turned and saw that Han Xuegang appeared out of nowhere.
"Come with me!"
Other than coldness, there was nothing on his face. He pulled her wrist hard, heading towards the silver-gray Mercedes-Benz before she could resist.
Feeling disgusted, Jiang Ruolan tried her best to struggle free. "Let go!"
However, no matter how much strength she had, she couldn't twist his clawed hand. The strength was almost enough to crush her wrist.
"Let go! Take your dirty hands away -- "
