Fu Jingtong had left and the only ones left in the apartment were Fu Qinglun and Lin Shiyu.
Fu Qinglun held Lin Shiyu's soft hand tightly, placing it on his injured arm. "Mrs Fu, please help me bandage my wound."
Lin Shiyu retracted her hand, her luminous eyes landing on his refined face. "Young Master Fu, get out now."
She was chasing him out.
Fu Qinglun pursed his lips. "Mrs Fu, I got injured while trying to save you, how could you treat me this way?"
"If you're not going to get out, then I will." Lin Shiyu then left.
But only after taking two steps, her wrist was grasped by a large palm. He pulled forcefully and her body ended up in his embrace.
Fu Qinglun stretched out a muscular arm, wrapping it around her tiny waist and he pinched her around the waist.
They were close together and Lin Shiyu frowned, struggling to get away. "Young Master Fu, let go of me!"
