"As long as she's mine, if you want a wife ask your dad to find you one, as many as you want." Lu Yanhe said, wrapping his arm around Su Jia's shoulder, ready to leave.
Chengcheng, watching his beloved "goddess" being taken away, was so anxious he almost jumped, shouting at their backs, "Uncle Lu, this is a forceful seizure!"
Without even asking Aunt Su Jia for her opinion, just taking her away like that, what else could it be but a forceful seizure?
Lu Yanhe waved his hand back at him but didn't turn around, showing no intent of acknowledgement.
He half-pushed and half-carried Su Jia to the car, leaving the mall directly.
The assistant drove in the front, and he stuffed Su Jia into the backseat, then got in himself.
"Are you angry?" Su Jia leaned in his arms, her head restlessly rubbing against his chest, asking softly.
"Behave yourself!" Feeling her deliberate nuzzle, Lu Yanhe's body involuntarily stiffened, and his voice turned slightly husky.
