Xia Yinian was held in the man's embrace, too afraid to speak a word for a long time.
Besides worrying about the Old Master's anger, she kept thinking about Gu Beicheng's amnesia.
When Xia Yinian snapped back to reality, she realized the Old Master's aura had grown ice-cold.
She lifted her gaze briefly to Gu Beicheng, then lowered her head.
"Sir, may I ask who you are? Could, can you let me go first? I'm almost... I can't breathe."
Gu Beicheng murmured an apology and released Xia Yinian.
Freed at last, Xia Yinian immediately retreated to the door.
"Who exactly are you? I don't know you, I really don't know you." She glanced at Gu Beicheng anxiously and fixated on the figure ahead.
"Stop the car! I want to get off. If you don't stop, I'm going to call the police. I really..."
Just as Xia Yinian was about to take off her backpack and look for her phone, the poor little bag was already in Gu Beicheng's hand the next second.
