Gu Sinian angrily turned around, only to see Han Mo sitting in the car, a cigarette unlit in his mouth, his deep black eyes coldly and arrogantly fixed on him, exuding a chillingly regal aura.
"My woman doesn't need Mr. Gu to go to the trouble of sending her home!" Han Mo got out of the car, his gaze ice-cold as he stared at Gu Sinian.
Gu Sinian's lips curled into a frosty sneer. "General Han's woman? Even if General Han paid me, I wouldn't have the audacity. The one I'm taking home is my own woman."
"Your own woman? Oh, indeed, with Mr. Gu's status and position, surely you'd have your own woman. But Mr. Gu, you've been invested in someone else's woman for so long—perhaps it's time to shift your efforts to the one who belongs to you." Han Mo grabbed Qiao Ran's wrist with one hand and firmly pulled her into his embrace.
Just as Gu Sinian was about to intervene, a phone was thrust in front of him.