Lin Zhiyi suddenly turned indifferent, bypassing his body and heading straight for the main door.
As she pushed the door, Gong Chen stretched out his hand and forcefully closed it.
Suddenly, the man's warm breath breathed over the back of her neck.
Before she could react, the man reached out and lifted her hand.
She struggled a few times but, failing to overpower his strength, she simply clenched her fists tightly.
The person behind her clearly sighed and placed medicine on top of her clenched fist.
"I asked Li Huan, this stomach medicine is quite mild."
Lin Zhiyi looked down at the medicine, breathed in lightly, her voice trembled amidst the heavy anger: "Why do you have to do this?"
She turned around forcibly, trying to push the person in front, but she couldn't move him at all, he stood before her like a wall.
"Why do you have to treat me like this?"
Lin Zhiyi hit him with her fists, and when she hit hard, she could hear the muffled sounds.