"Finished talking?!" Ling Chuan stood with his back to Jia Luo, the corner of his lips curling coldly.
Jia Luo walked back in front of him again. "Haven't chatted this happily in a long time. Saying so much at once really does make the heart feel lighter! Young Master Ling also knows, my health has never been very good!"
"If your health is bad, you should just die early so you can be reborn. Half-dead and half-alive, you only drag down the people around you, don't you?" Ling Chuan sneered.
Jia Luo let out a low laugh. "Young Master Ling's words are so vicious, you're that bad at talking, how is it that An Ziqing still wants to stay by your side?"
At the mention of An Ziqing, Ling Chuan suddenly stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar.
"Ling Chuan!!" Yin Nuo instantly raised his gun and pointed it at Ling Chuan.
Everyone else in the room simultaneously swung their gun barrels toward Yin Nuo.
Jia Luo raised his hand, signaling Yin Nuo to put the gun down.
