The next day, the sky cleared up, which was rare. Early in the morning, Qin Yuji pulled Chi Jingxuan out of bed to wash up and they went downstairs together.
The breakfast was still very lavish, and Qin Yuji also showed off her astonishing appetite.
Seeing Chi Jingxuan's slightly surprised and worried expression, fearing she might overeat, Qin Yuji smiled and said, "It's okay, I need to eat a bit more to have the strength."
Going to the farmhouse was merely a walk, and in the depths of winter, there was hardly any scenery to speak of. Chi Jingxuan increasingly felt that something was not right.
However, an hour later, a roar erupted from Chi Jingxuan within the farmhouse, "Fu Mingyu…"
Facing him, Qin Yuji, holding a pistol in her hand, looked at him seriously.
"You asked for a gun, and Fu Mingyu got one for you?"
Radiating an icy aura that kept strangers at bay, Chi Jingxuan softened his voice and asked Qin Yuji.
Qin Yuji nodded her head.
