Ji Sang repeatedly asked Fu Yisi not to be angry, but the man did not give a clear response.
"Let me see."
Fu Yisi was already trying his best to control his voice. His Adam's apple rolled up and down several times, and his gaze was so intense it was almost unbearable to look directly at him.
Ji Sang pursed her lips, slowly bringing out her left hand.
Finally, Fu Yisi understood why Ji Sang kept her hand behind her back all this time, not wanting him to see.
Because her entire left palm was wrapped in gauze.
The man's gaze became utterly dark and cold as he reached out and grabbed Ji Sang's wrist.
"How did this happen?"
Ji Sang's left hand instinctively retracted a bit, but only for a moment. The strength of Fu Yisi's grip prevented her from moving anymore. She raised her right hand and touched her nose.
"Just scraped it a little."
"Scraped by what?"
Ji Sang spoke vaguely.
"Just broke some skin."
"Ji Sang"
Fu Yisi lowered his voice.
"What scraped it."
