"Yishao," Su Ziceng took a deep breath, wanting to step forward, but just as she passed by Pello. Pello suddenly grabbed her and said in a deep voice, "Don't go over there."
Hang Yishao was shaking with anger. In such a situation, Pello was stopping his bride right in front of him.
"Pello, don't think for a second that I won't shoot," the gun felt somewhat heavy in his hand. Hang Yishao's face turned red with strain, and in Pello's eyes reflecting Su Ziceng's figure, there was not a hint of fear.
"Wait until you're holding the gun steady before you talk," Pello, disregarding Su Ziceng's glaring, kept her in his grasp while provocatively speaking. Holding a gun and firing one are two different things. Anyone who picks up a gun out of curiosity would be startled by the gunshot and the recoil. He was certain that Hang Yishao had never actually fired a gun before.
