Han Chen furrowed his brows deeply, burning with anger. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intensely at Zhou Mo. Unmoved by his fury, Zhou Mo coldly swept her frosty gaze over him, provocatively meeting Han Chen's eyes.
Casually undoing her seatbelt, Zhou Mo raised her hand, preparing to press the central lock button. Han Chen firmly grabbed her hand, tightly clasping it in his palm.
As her pure hand was ruthlessly clenched by him, Zhou Mo felt as if her bones were being crushed by Han Chen's grip.
"Let go!" Zhou Mo wanted to shake him off.
However, Han Chen refused to release her, exerting even more force.
The pain made Zhou Mo struggle to break free, taking a sharp breath.
Han Chen's brows furrowed heavily. "Doesn't it hurt enough to make you surrender?"
"I won't surrender!" Zhou Mo glared at him fiercely, retaliating by lowering her head and biting down on Han Chen's wrist.