Bang!
The bullet directly shot into Fu Qingshuang's side. She widened her eyes, shocked that Mo Nanjue would actually shoot. She screamed in pain, "Ah—"
Mo Nanjue's hand, holding the gun, didn't lower. He walked forward, raised his leg, and stepped on the spot where Fu Qingshuang was shot. His handsome face had bloodshot eyes, "Do you want to go ask Tong Ran in person?"
Fu Qingshuang's face twisted in pain. She looked up and saw Mo Nanjue's exquisite side profile, and she laughed, "Do I have a chance to ask? But it doesn't matter if I don't. After all, this thing can't be hidden, the truth will come out, won't it? As long as this relationship is here, Tong Ran won't have good days... Ah!"
The man's toe suddenly exerted force, pushing the bullet in. Fu Qingshuang shivered from the pain. She forgot Mo Nanjue's identity and position—people like them, if not involved with emotions, would definitely be cold-blooded to the extreme. Where is any mercy to speak of?
