complain about the taste of the liquor, but Rong Ling ignored her. Then he poured himself half a bottle, leaned over, and reached for the small fleece blanket on the back seat, wrapping her tightly i... When Rong Ling heard Jiang Chengfeng's words becoming increasingly inappropriate, he had no choice but to run a red light and speed over. He was genuinely worried that some foolish woman would nod an...