Yin Wujie held a black handgun, taking out the bullets one by one, then putting them back.
Throughout, he didn't speak, instead bowing his head, lost in thought.
Annelie held her breath, looking at the screen where he sat in a wheelchair, not daring to make a sound.
In the middle of winter, the inner clothes on her back were already soaked with sweat...
The hand holding the phone wouldn't stop trembling.
Her brother's life, all hinged on a whim of this devil, Yin Wujie...
She panicked, she was afraid.
She had no choice.
Suddenly, Yin Wujie raised his eyes and glanced in her direction.
The black handgun in his hand also aimed towards her direction.
Only the sound of a loud "bang" was heard, and Annelie screamed in fright... then the video cut off.
Annelie gasping for breath, wiped the cold sweat off her forehead, and immediately dialed Jih Yunxiao's number.
Jih Yunxiao was in the study, helping Su Yu with her work for the day.
