The car started and drove away leaving Shen Weisheng alone inside the empty street.
It took Mo Roulan a whole minute to comprehend that He Jian had just dragged her inside the car, that too, so rudely.
The independent self of her strongly disliked it and she turned her head to glare at the man sitting beside her.
However, she was startled to see an equally cold glare fixed at herself.
"You should not let anyone touch yourself so casually."
The man said coldly and Mo Roulan frowned at his words.
"Mr. He, I don't like your usage of words."
She said straightforwardly showing her dislike.
The coldness in those blue eyes receded for a moment as He Jian saw the displeasure black-brown eyes.
'She was still young so she doesn't understand all these things. It is him who will have to be patient and make her understand all these things.'
