Huo Yirong's cigarette was nearly half burnt as his gaze never left Song Qing's form.
Song Qing was not the purest of beauties, but there was a seductive quality about her, especially in her outfit tonight, which accentuated her unique charm in a way that made it difficult for anyone to look away.
Any man is usually gentle with a beautiful woman, yet the second master of the Huo Family was not one to cherish beauty.
He pinched out the cigarette in his hand and threw it out the car window, freeing his hand to reach towards Song Qing.
The latter saw that long, good-looking hand reaching for her but didn't sense the danger coming, nor did she dodge.
In the next instant, she felt a sharp pain in her scalp.
Song Qing was forcefully pulled in front of Huo Yirong, her body involuntarily leaning forward, and she ended up draped over his legs.
To prevent her from struggling forcefully, Huo Yirong placed his other hand on her lower back, applying a slight pressure.
