An Ziqi glared at Xiao Moli angrily, "I called this car, what gives you the right to chase it away?"
"I came to be your driver," Xiao Moli said with a slight smile.
"I don't need it, and I can't afford it either."
An Ziqi angrily pushed him, but he wouldn't move, nor could she break free. Enraged, she dragged him forward, continuing to hail a cab.
Xiao Moli used his strength to pull her back and wrap his arms tightly around her.
"I am yours, belonging to only you. Only you have the right to use me."
"I don't want you anymore, let me go," An Ziqi fumed.
Xiao Moli shamelessly insisted, "Even if you don't want me, you have to."
An Ziqi, filled with anger due to his shamelessness, simply turned her head away, ignoring him.
Xiao Moli pursed his lips, "An'an, come home with me."
An Ziqi angrily replied, "I'm not going back with you, Xiao Moli. What gives you the right to hit someone? What did Lin Xilu do wrong for you to hit him?"
