Hang Mengting stood silent, uncharacteristically subdued compared to her usual domineering demeanor.
Li Meng went to the trunk to get her suitcase.
"Mengting has left, let's go inside; it's cold out here."
After following him for a few steps, Hang Mengting stopped: "Li Meng."
Her voice carried a sobbing tone, "Have you never liked me? You hate me, don't you?"
Li Meng was stunned, then helplessly said, "Don't think nonsense, let's go, or we'll miss the plane."
Hang Mengting tightly clenched her fist, suddenly pushed Li Meng to the ground, and ran towards a nearby taxi. She somehow managed to push the driver out and drove away with a slam on the accelerator.
Everything changed in an instant.
Li Meng's face turned pale: "Mengting!"
The taxi driver, disheveled in the snowy wind, then angrily made a phone call to report his car stolen by a foreign girl.
