Seeing that An Ran remained motionless, the driver became even more brazen.
The salty pig's hand slid across An Ran's neck, and it looked like it was about to slip into the girl's collar...
Suddenly, someone grabbed his shoulder and forcefully yanked him backward.
"Ah—" the driver screamed, falling back onto the ground.
He cursed and looked up.
A clean-cut and handsome man was looking down at him, the area above his nose shrouded in dark clouds, exuding a sense of immense oppression at a glance.
Chi Cheng glanced back at the unconscious An Ran, her clothes slightly disheveled, her collar somewhat pulled open.
His thin lips pressed into a cold line, and he casually slammed the car door shut.
The driver swallowed, "Who, who are you? I warn you, mind your own business!"
Chi Cheng gave the driver a faint glance, then stepped forward, "Her business is precisely what I intend to handle."
"You, you stay back..." The driver panicked.
