Meng Yue grabbed Lu Yu's arm and stopped a car, heading straight to the snack street in LA City.
Inside the car, Lu Yu glanced at Meng Yue, who was tightly clutching his arm, and said calmly, "You've already ditched the person, so can you let go of my arm now?"
To be honest, Lu Yu was quite upset at the moment. Although he didn't have much regard for Guo Jiarui, who appeared polite but was actually full of dirty thoughts, being suddenly pulled by Meng Yue to act as a shield left him instinctively displeased.
Upon hearing Lu Yu's words, Meng Yue's eyebrows arched, and she retorted, "Hey, you're getting uppity. Want me to let go of your hand, but what about your hand?"
Meng Yue faced Lu Yu as she spoke, her words carrying a hint of sharpness, yet there was also a touch of embarrassment hidden within.
Hearing this, Lu Yu was momentarily taken aback. It was then he realized his own hand was naturally placed on Meng Yue's slender waist.
