when the figure at the top of the stairs saw her pointing a gun at him, he seemed to sneer, but he did not stop.
He continued walking down.
he held a bottle of vodka in one hand and was almost finished. he put the other hand into his black pants pocket and walked down the stairs while drinking.
He was wearing a white shirt with a wide open collar.
His entire body exuded a dejected, gloomy, and vicious aura.
there was also something else that he couldn't describe.
For example, in the rain last night, the changes that had occurred in him were not visible on the surface, but in the depths of his heart, he had already changed.
"What, are you all pointing a gun at me now?" the corners of su xun's lips curled up in a mocking and self-deprecating smile.
when xiao yezi saw that it was su xun, she heaved a sigh of relief even though she was surprised and helpless.
At least, it was someone he knew.
