However, they were afraid of the anger of a superior emanating from An Yu, so no one dared to step forward to stop him.

"What are you doing! You lunatic! Stop pulling me! I haven't had enough fun yet!"

Han Mo used all her strength to sit back and not let An Yu take her away.

An Yu pulled and tugged, opened the scissor door, and suppressed his impatience as he pushed the drunk Han Mo in.

He sat in the driver's seat and, while holding back his nausea, fastened Han Mo's seat belt.

Han Mo was a little drunk when the warm wind in the car blew on her, and she started mumbling nonsense.

"I can't go back, what should I do~~Ah~~I can't go back~~~No one feeds the cat for me, Potato will die!"

"I just won the Best Actress award, and the trophy isn't even warm yet, and I'm already here. My life is so miserable!!!"

"I don't want to get married and be someone's stepmother! I want freedom!"

While An Yu was trying his luck, he glanced at the dazed Han Mo with disdain.

Suddenly asked:

"What is your relationship with that An Qicheng?"

"What kind of shit is An Qicheng? Him? He's not even as good-looking as that bastard An Yu, and he's even an award-winning actor, and it's hilarious!"

"You promised to help An Qicheng steal the formula?"

"The formula? That was promised by the original owner of this body, not me!"

"I, Han Mo, can't promise him anything. He's an ugly thing. I'm sick of him and can't swallow a single drop."

Speaking of ugly things, Han Mo turned nervously to An Yu who was driving.

With a silly smile on his face, he said, "You are different. You are beautiful! I like you!"