She never cried out in pain despite the scars on both of her legs and waist, yet Fu Yisi, a grown man, was crying out in pain over such a wound?
Although she knew Fu Yisi was pretending, Ji Sang couldn't help but ask,
"Does it really hurt?"
Fu Yisi quirked an eyebrow and became even bolder, covertly applying pressure under the table. When he lifted his hand again, the gauze in his palm was seeping with blood.
"Mhm, it hurts a lot."
The sight of that red stain on his palm made Ji Sang's pupils contract, and her brows furrowed abruptly.
"How did you do this?"
It was fine just a moment ago, so how come it's bleeding again?
Fu Yisi was unnervingly calm as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Probably didn't handle it well."
"Didn't handle it well?"
Ji Sang's voice rose slightly, her eyes filled with confusion. She had seen Fu Yisi's credentials; moreover, he had treated her wounds before. How could he possibly have mishandled it?
