Panic

Long Ming grabbed Xiao Ying's fair wrist and threw her into the nearest van.

His tall body leaned toward her, casting a shadow over her. A well-defined hand supported the side of her head, his eagle-like eyes narrowed as he stared at her aggressively. "Why are you running?"

No emotions could be seen on his handsome face, but for some reason, he gave off an oppressive feeling.

Xiao Ying's long eyelashes fluttered and she forced herself to look straight into his cold eyes that seemed to be able to swallow her. She squeezed out a smile. "When did you ever see me running away?"

Long Ming held the report in his other hand and handed it to Xiao Ying casually. "Didn't you get together with the drunk Tang En and accidentally have Wan Bao? How do you explain this?"

His gaze on her was like a sharp blade, extremely sharp and cold.