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Duan Deming laughed in amusement as he looked at Liao Huifang's frozen expression. She stood shocked as if a bolt of thunder struck her hard.
Duan Deming…
She couldn't say anything for a few moments. But it then registered that it was the truth.
"You...you were sis's b-boyfriend? The person she was chatting with at that time...was you?"
Duan Deming chuckled sinisterly. "Yes, little sister. It's yours, truly. I was behind the other side of the chat, talking and whispering sweet nothings to your sister."
Liao Huifang stared at him in silence. Her eyes teared up. She raised her hand to slap him, but Duan Deming pressed the gun to her temple.
"Na, na, na. Don't make the mistake of slapping me, you bitch." His gaze darkened, and a dangerous glint flickered through his eyes. "Just touch me, and I will shoot the bullet right through your skull. Your brain would hang out of your head in a lump of mess."
