Chen Qianmo's grip was firm, and though he thought he was gently patting, it was already too much for her to bear.
He immediately rubbed softly, and Yan Qingruo's face was covered with tears, sobbing.
As he massaged her bottom, Chen Qianmo's heart rate picked up a bit, and his voice became slightly hoarse, "Get on my car."
Yan Qingruo, in a daze, was carried by Chen Qianmo out of the taxi.
Chen Qianmo's entire fleet of cars surrounded the taxi, and he randomly chose one and took Yan Qingruo inside.
The other subordinates also quickly got into the cars, and the whole fleet started moving slowly again.
And the car carrying Yan Qingruo and Chen Qianmo was in the middle of it all.
With his voice now completely hoarse, Chen Qianmo said to the subordinate driving in front, "Put down the partition!"
The partition was lowered, and all the sounds and visuals from the back were isolated; the people in the front couldn't hear or see anything.