"You're giving me trouble again?"
Gu Weijing was interrupted while reading, feeling a bit annoyed, and asked patiently.
He didn't quite understand.
Not on the same boat.
Xiaomiao was making his money, and Gu Weijing painted his paintings; different paths meant no mutual plans, so why did Miao Angwen keep bothering him?
"Uh... No, no, no, don't misunderstand."
Miao Angwen's sneering smile disappeared immediately, instinctively retreating two steps back.
The revolver pressed against his forehead always made Miao Angwen shiver with a bone-chilling coldness whenever he recalled it.
Brother Hao never understood what a joke was.
In the underworld, they live by their credibility.
You say you'll kill the whole family, then you kill the whole family. You say next time if you dare to trouble Gu Weijing, there'll be bullets in the gun, there really will be bullets fired.
That's fatal.
Stay calm!
As long as I don't physically trouble him, Brother Hao won't blame me.
