How could Su Ran not understand Yu Zhuyin's words?
She wanted to live, wanted her daughter to live — why was it so difficult?
Working with Bao Yan was like seeking the tiger's skin.
He had tricked her by lowering her guard with the surgery for her daughter, then used Youyou as bait to block Jiang Nanshu's humanity.
Fortunately, Bao Yan had won the bet.
Jiang Nanshu was not a cold-blooded person.
She could not ignore the fading of a young life.
So it was Jiang Nanshu who had given her daughter life.
Su Ran closed her eyes in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Shoot already, what are you hesitating for? It would be great for Lu Qingyan to see how the person he loves gets her head blown off, and he too can taste the pain of losing a loved one," Bao Yan said languidly.
Suddenly, Su Ran pointed the gun at Bao Yan and fired rapidly.
The people around Bao Yan shielded him.
The anticipated bloody scene did not occur.
Instead, two black gun muzzles were pointed at her.
