"Yes!"
Doria rushed to hit the other side of the car door.
However, before opening the car door, the right arm was buckled by the man, and then she pulled hard. She exclaimed and was forced to pull towards the right side.
He fell straight into the arms of the man on his side, and his little face was stuck on the suit.
Little face boiling hot, some annoyed, "Alan, what do you do..."
Before the words were finished, Alan looked at her and was about to speak. As soon as her eyes swept away, she suddenly saw a bruise and swelling on the woman's white and slender right arm, which was very obvious.
His eyes stagnated and he frowned and asked, "How did this hurt?"
The voice did not recognize emotion.
But this tone, tone is concerned, rather than torture.
Doria felt that the man's palm was
