Tang Suiyu turned back, squinting slightly because of the drizzle.
With her back to the airport, her figure shrouded in light, she saw that familiar face.
"It's raining, it's cold! What are you doing! Let go!" Tang Suiyu's wrist was tightly gripped by him.
Ye Gushen pulled her over, closed the car door, walked a few steps, and took out the suitcase from the trunk, "Come with me."
"Why should I! Ye Gushen, don't go too far!" Tang Suiyu shouted in frustration, "It hurts!"
Ye Gushen loosened his grip a bit but still didn't let go, "Just because you're my wife."
"So what! Don't push me!" Tang Suiyu was furious, fine raindrops drizzling on her head. Being dragged by him like this, her body gradually leaned back, walking slower and slower.
Ye Gushen glanced back at her, suddenly let go of her wrist, and just when Tang Suiyu was secretly rejoicing, she was suddenly lifted up by him.
