After all, it was Pei Nianchen, the man who had warmly accompanied her for sixteen years.
Gu Jiayin couldn't bear it in the end.
She tugged on Sheng Qianchi's sleeve, "Let's go."
Sheng Qianchi remained unmoved, "Don't be so weak, the woman of Sheng Qianchi mustn't admit defeat on the battlefield."
Looking at Sheng Qianchi and Gu Jiayin's tightly clasped hands, Pei Nianchen bowed his head in self-mockery, blood dripping through his fingers, splattering onto the spotless marble floor.
Zuo Qianhua was at a loss, pulling on Pei Nianchen to leave, "Nianchen, how are you? Let's go see a doctor right away."
However, a black gun blocked her path.
Mo Jun smiled elegantly, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Pei, Young Master Chi hasn't allowed you to leave yet."
Zuo Qianhua turned her head to look at Sheng Qianchi, her eyes red, her lips trembling, "What more do you want?"
Sheng Qianchi's gaze was intense, each word clear and resonant, "You haven't apologized to my woman yet."
