Han Mo didn't answer Qiao Ran, but soon, he drove the car into the courtyard of the Jinyuan Villa.
Just as Qiao Ran was about to open the car door, her hand was pulled back by someone, and then, she felt the seat tilt back quickly, her body dropping onto the seat, beneath the heavy weight of a man.
"Han Mo, what are you doing? Let go of me!" Qiao Ran's voice was coquettish yet shy as she struggled a little.
These days, Han Mo loved to pull her into a wild kiss now and then, and right now, their positions were too intimate, prompting all sorts of thoughts.
Even though no one could see inside the car, she still felt very bashful.
Han Mo gazed at Qiao Ran with deep eyes, his voice magnetic and enchanting: "So you think you're a happy person?"
The sudden question left Qiao Ran somewhat clueless, like a monk, but then she remembered her previous unhappiness when she had asked him why he wasn't worried about her being a judge, and she immediately realized what he meant.