He had only managed to escape the ordeal because she had later found the right method to grasp control over Feng Jiyue.
Hao Jiayi turned on the light while thinking about how to deal with him.
"Click."
The moment the light came on, Hao Jiayi's wrist was violently seized, and tension gripped her heart as Feng Jiyue yanked her over.
His already plump face looked even more bloated and ferocious after days of surgery and intravenous treatments.
Hao Jiayi was yanked so close all of a sudden, she almost let out a shriek.
Fortunately, she instinctively covered her mouth, swallowing down the surge of terror in her heart.
Hao Jiayi saw the irritability in the depths of Feng Jiyue's eyes and hurriedly explained, "Jiaye, you suddenly pulled me just now, I almost screamed. If the nurses come, it won't be good."
As she spoke, she even pretended to be shy, gently pushing against the hand clenching hers, showing no hint of disgust on her face.
