"Cheng Yun, Su Nian is with you!" If eyes could kill, then Cheng Yun would have been Zheng Haoyu's first victim.
Cheng Yun's hand trembled slightly, and his foot unconsciously stepped on the accelerator. The Lamborghini zoomed out with a roar, spraying exhaust fumes in Zheng Haoyu's face, causing her to cough and her face to darken.
Coming back to his senses, Cheng Yun slammed on the brakes. The screech of the tires scraping against the ground was enough to make anyone's heart pound.
Swiftly, Cheng Yun jumped out of the car, took a few strides to Zheng Haoyu, and grabbed him by the collar, "Zheng Haoyu, what on earth are you trying to do?"
Brushing Cheng Yun's hand away nonchalantly, Zheng Haoyu put away his notebook and placed it in the box, "Do I need to report to President Cheng every time I want to do something? First of all, you're not my parent or sibling. Secondly, you're not my wife!"
