Wei Chengfeng didn't even buckle his seatbelt before putting the car into gear and hitting the road.
The car had been driving relatively smoothly before, but this time it seemed as if it were about to take flight, frightening Su Li into quickly fastening her seatbelt and tightly gripping the side handle.
Twenty minutes later, the car finally came to a stop. Su Li, white-faced, unbuckled her seatbelt, pushed the door open, and weakly ran to the side to bend over and start vomiting.
Not until she had emptied her stomach did she weakly straighten up, looking at him with resentment.
Wei Chengfeng stood in the doorway, watching her, and said coldly, "Come in."
Su Li walked over slowly, stood beside him, then scoffed and said, "Wei Chengfeng, this is domestic abuse."
"Domestic abuse? Have I laid a hand on you?"
Su Li couldn't be bothered with him anymore, stepped in the house, changed her shoes, and went straight upstairs.