At this time, the door of the Rolls-Royce was slowly pushed open, and Lu Yanzhi, dressed in a black suit, got out of the car. The lines on his face were tense, and his eyes were as deep as black holes. When he fell on Song Qingyu, it seemed as if he wanted to suck her in.

Song Qingyu met his gaze, her clear and bright eyes always neither humble nor arrogant.

"Get in the car!" Lu Yanzhi opened his thin lips slightly with a cold tone.

Song Qingyu ignored Lu Yanzhi, but took out her cell phone and called a taxi.

Lu Yanzhi's eyes instantly became dim. He took a step forward and grabbed Song Qingyu's wrist.

He strode towards the car.

"Let me go!" Song Qingyu lowered her head and was about to bite Lu Yanzhi.

Lu Yanzhi was already immune to her trick, and with a little effort, he pushed Song Qingyu into the back seat.

Slam the car door.

The sound was deafening.

Song Qingyu was stunned, and when she came to her senses, the car was speeding on the road like an arrow.

She put on her seatbelt.

Even though she was making a fuss, she didn't want to die.

The car stopped in Chiba.

Lu Yan got out of the car and took Song Qingyue to the master bedroom on the second floor.

Song Qingyu's heart was beating wildly, and an ominous premonition crept into her heart.

She quickly hugged the stair railing with one arm and said, "Lu Yanzhi, what the hell are you doing?!"

Hearing this, Lu Yanzhi stopped and a smile appeared on his cold face: "Since you think I'm crazy, then tonight, I will go crazy for you to see!"

Song Qingyu's pupils shrank sharply.

The next second, she was forcefully embraced by Lu Yanzhi.

My feet were off the ground and I felt completely insecure.