Lu Ye looked at the bullet curiously and said, “This thing is decades old.”
Gu Yan also came over to take a look. She narrowed her eyes and said with a cold expression, “Even if he is from decades ago, I will not forgive him for hurting my Xiaoyu!”
Lu Ye looked at his wife’s fierce look and thought for a while. He wisely did not mention that the bullet was shot by Xiaoyu herself.
Of course, all of this could be blamed on the count.
Of course, according to Lucifer’s personality, the grass in front of the count’s tomb should be as tall as a tree.
After Gu Yan asked Lu Ye to deal with the bullet, she went back to her bedroom and dialed Miao Xiaoyu’s number.
When Miao Xiaoyu answered the phone, she was quite surprised. “Gu Yan, how many years has it been since you called me?”
“Seven months and 13 days.”
Miao Xiaoyu:”...”
