Lu Huaiyu took a deep breath, before grabbing her waist forcefully with one arm. Without any room for rejection, he pulled her back into his embrace.
Fearing that she would make a scene again, he clutched her hands again, almost embedding her entire body within his embrace, not allowing her to move an inch.
"How long more until we arrive?"
He opened his mouth, his voice low and tense, but his question was aimed at Yi Bin.
Yi Bin looked straight ahead without any distractions.
"Ten minutes."
Lu Huaiyu closed his eyes.
He had thought that the ten minutes on the way to the cocktail party had been hard enough.
Now, however, he understood what true torture was.
Ning Li nestled in Lu Huaiyu's arms. Looking at his slightly tightened jaw, she asked uncertainly, "Lu Huaiyu, are you angry?"
Had she not praised him?
Could it be that he did not like it?
