"Xiao Zhan, for Lin Qingge's sake, I considered letting you go, but you asked for this."
Huo Jingting spoke each word coldly.
Xiao Zhan's expression was composed, showing no sign of worry or fear.
He lowered his voice, "Miss Gu, you see? This man doesn't care about you at all, doesn't even care if you live or die. Why not think about leaving him and being with me instead?"
"You're full of crap!" Gu Nanqiao cursed, so angry she lost control of her words.
As soon as she spoke, she heard a "bang—" by her ear.
A spray of blood splattered forth, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood.
Gu Nanqiao's face was splattered with blood, the bullet wedged into the bone of Xiao Zhan's arm, his arm lost strength, and the gun fell to the ground.
Huo Jingting seized the moment, stepped forward and kicked him aside, pulling Gu Nanqiao to his side.
That shot had been fired through the window glass from outside.
