Doesn't matter, no matter how they plan to handle her, she doesn't care anymore.
Both of their reactions were strange, Zhuo Yi and Si Xi exchanged a glance, sensing something fishy.
The three of them entered a guest room, Si Ye lay on the bed, and Zhuo Yi quickly prepared the scalpel and all necessary supplies, beginning to treat Si Ye's wound.
Si Xi sat on the other side of the bed, arms folded, looking at Si Ye, and asked casually, "Who fired the shot?"
"I did." Si Ye replied casually as well.
Zhuo Yi's hand trembled, nearly stabbing him with the scalpel.
"What happened, how could you shoot yourself?" he asked, puzzled.
Si Xi also awaited his answer.
Si Ye stared at the ceiling, his tone still casual, speaking as if it was none of his business, "I held Chen Zhi's hand to fire the gun."
