Ji Wei looked at Zimei in astonishment.
"Go to the bedroom and change your clothes."
Zimei spoke indifferently, then turned around and walked back to the middle-aged man's side.
Her clothes were soaked and needed to be changed.
Ji Wei didn't hesitate much, silently grabbed the clothes and the gun on top of them, and quickly walked into the bedroom.
She changed her clothes as swiftly as possible, opting for flat shoes that would facilitate movement, and tied her hair into a ponytail that fell neatly at the back of her head.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Ji Wei felt that she possessed a certain air of bravery.
She was stunned for a second before her gaze shifted to the handgun placed by the bed.
It was the first time she had truly laid eyes on a pistol, and the thought of this deadly weapon both terrified and intrigued her.
