Inside the room, Han Xi heard the gunfire, and her body suddenly froze. She nervously walked to the bedroom door, gently opening it a crack.
Tang Jian clutched his injured leg, kneeling weakly on the ground, while everyone in the hall was holding guns at each other.
Liao Tingxiao looked down at Tang Jian disdainfully: "You're too young to play tough with me. If it weren't for Tang Shixun's sake, you wouldn't be able to walk out of this door today."
Tang Jian grabbed the stair railing to stand up, speaking through gritted teeth: "I'll make you regret it."
Liao Tingxiao chuckled indifferently and strode toward the living room.
Tang Jian dragged his injured leg down the stairs step by step, leaving a long trail of blood on the floor.
After Tang Jian's people helped her leave the villa, they quickly drove to the hospital.
