Wan Jiayi's abdominal slander was not over yet. Suddenly, her wrist tightened. Then, she was dragged directly to the corner by a powerful force.

"ah..."

suddenly made her panic, subconsciously going to shout, but the mouth was covered with hands.

"Jiayi, it's me!"

When she heard the familiar voice, Wan Jiayi stopped all her struggles and turned her eyes to the hijacker.

Tan Johnson looked at her with a twisted eyebrow and saw the panic in her eyes dissipate a little before slowly releasing her.

"What are you doing? Why did you come to Qingcheng? Seeing that it was Johnson Tan, Wan Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief and stared...