Mo Nanjue gripped the steering wheel, occasionally glancing in the rearview mirror. Tong Ran was leaning there with her eyes closed, blood still trickling from the corner of her mouth, looking pitiful.
This damn woman!
Seeing her like this, the man felt a pang of heartache, yet also some anger. How could she manage to shatter a glass just sitting there?!
Since when had she mastered this skill of sharp teeth and a biting tongue?!
Though it was already very late at night, the streets were still bustling with traffic. The man took a turn, only to find the road ahead was blocked.
"Damn it! Mother~!" Mo Nanjue couldn't help but growl in frustration, his fingertips sliding to open the car window and he bellowed at the traffic police, "It's this jammed up and you're not clearing it faster?! Do you all want to be laid off?!"