Then, a force slammed into her waist, she was kicked back to the ground, her body arching like a shrimp in pain.
"Looking for this?"
Chen Yan flicked his hand, throwing a dagger onto the floor.
Mao was lying on the ground, gasping for breath, and after a moment she regained her composure.
She opened her eyes and looked around, confirming she was in a hotel room.
Only it wasn't her room.
"You..."
"Don't talk about me, let's talk about you." Chen Yan said coldly.
"I, what?" Mao shook her head, "I just, just wanted to leave here, you kidnapped me back..."
"Leave? Steal my car to leave?" Chen Yan sneered.
"I didn't know that was your car." Mao shook her head, "I just randomly picked a car in the garage."
Chen Yan sighed, then picked up a glass of wine and splashed it on the woman's face.
The wound smeared with alcohol caused the woman's face to contort in pain.
"A car thief would carry a weapon like this?" Chen Yan kicked the dagger on the ground.
