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Turning around, she met Rong Yan's mocking smile.
"What... what are you going to do?" Beibei asked warily.
Rong Yan's gaze swept over her from head to toe, "Relax, with a figure like yours, you're hardly a temptation for crime."
With that said, he slammed the car door shut, leaving a bewildered Mao Beibei behind.
After a long moment, she finally looked down at her chest, "I..."
Rong Yan had already taken the driver's seat, adjusted the rearview mirror, and glanced at her, "Fasten your seat belt."
Rong Yan just smirked, and without saying anything, it felt like he said a lot.
The anger in Mao Beibei's heart flared up instantly. But this topic truly wasn't worth continuing.
However, why did it sound so irritating coming from Rong Yan's mouth?
As the car left the mall parking lot, Rong Yan received a call from his company assistant. A few documents required his immediate attention for signature, so he had to stop by right away.