Fu Yisi directly carried Ji Sang into the car, buckled her seatbelt without a word, started the engine, and the moment after the car began to move, he floored the gas pedal.
The man's face looked terrible, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, veins bulging on his pale knuckles. From Ji Sang's angle, she could see him clenching his teeth, his jawline tight and strained.
Ji Sang pursed her pale lips, aware that this long-awaited gathering had been ruined by her again. Subconsciously, she raised her hand to her neck, where there was still a burning pain. That disgusting man was quite strong, and combined with the injury on her calf, she wasn't able to escape his grip for a moment.
"Fu Yisi... It was my carelessness this time, I... my Taekwondo is actually not bad."
Hearing this, Fu Yisi, who was in the midst of his fury, suddenly turned his head, a coldness that had not yet dissipated piercing straight towards Ji Sang.
