But you...
Before Gong Chen could finish, Lin Zhiyi fiercely resisted.
All the grievances and resentments exploded at this moment; she did not care what he said.
She just wanted to escape from him.
"Uncle Gong, you don't need to talk to me about this, I don't care! I don't care about the young master, and I care even less about you! I've had enough!"
She shouted, completely oblivious to the intense danger flickering in Gong Chen's eyes.
Gong Chen's eyes grew stormy, and he grasped her chin in one hand, forcefully tilting her head up, "Don't care?"
Under his gaze, Lin Zhiyi still trembled slightly with fear and clenched her teeth before nodding forcefully.
"Yes! I don't... Mmm!"
Without giving her a moment to think, let alone finish her sentence, the man seized her chin, kissing her as fiercely as a whirlwind.
She lifted her hands to fight back, but he pinned them against the car window, gripping tighter and tighter, the wound on her palm beginning to throb with pain.