The more Buhui became obsessed with the monk's hat, the more Mo Beichen got annoyed. She was practicing with her hair uncovered, making herself seem like a real nun. What's the benefit of that? Even putting herself in such a messy situation, wasn't she still targeted by street thugs?
The Shadow Guard instinctively applied the brake, slowing the car down, Mo Beichen coldly said, "Do not stop, keep driving!"
Buhui tried hard to pry open the car door, but it was locked by the central lock, she couldn't open it at all. She silently pounded on the glass, trying to shatter it and jump out through the window.
Seeing her hands beaten to a bloody pulp, yet unwilling to stop, that stubborn and awkward manner, truly exactly like Gu Qian. He gritted his teeth, "Is a broken hat worth torturing and hurting yourself like this?"
Buhui remained silent, Mo Beichen grabbed her wrist. He compromised, almost roaring, "Turn around, drive the car back."
