From the living room to the car parked outside, it was only a short distance, but Shen Li felt as if her hand was about to break off.
Huo Siyu's hand gripped her wrist tightly, and the area he held was already reddened, then spread to the neighboring skin, faintly swelling as if it would bloat.
Shen Li dared not make a sound, only trying hard to keep up with Huo Siyu's pace; otherwise, if she were dragged along any further, her arm might truly break.
"Get in the car," he said coldly.
Finally reaching the parking spot, Huo Siyu spoke in a cold voice and released Shen Li's pitiful wrist.
He then opened the driver's door and got in by himself.
Shen Li was somewhat stunned. Was Huo Siyu driving himself here?
Not daring to think too deeply and having no time to ponder, all Shen Li could do was to quickly open the passenger door and hurriedly get into the car.
