"Don't you fucking play dead on me." Geng Dong had just been fooled by her and thought she was faking it.
But now he was also a bit annoyed. What the hell was wrong with his brain just now, that he actually dragged her into the car!
If she didn't do this, then who did?
Lin Luyou knew he was the one who put the drug in. If he let her go, she'd immediately tell the cops or the Jiang Family. He'd be done for. On second thought, dragging her into the car was actually the right move.
One hand on the steering wheel, he fished a cigarette out of his pocket, clamped it between his lips, flicked his lighter and lit up, squinting as he took a few drags. The acrid, throat-scorching smoke flooded the whole car in an instant.
The smoke made Lin Luyou feel even more nauseous and sick to her stomach.
Geng Dong hadn't slept all night. He took a drag of his cigarette and couldn't help letting out a yawn.
When he refocused on the road ahead, his brain kind of started short-circuiting…
