While talking to Jiang Yu, Fu Shang saw the woman pull out a gun from nowhere.
“..”
"Where did you get this spear?" Fu Shang's eyes twitched.
Jiang Yu pursed his red lips and blew at the black muzzle of the gun. He looked up and glanced at Fu min lazily. it's nothing. I met an old friend and snatched it from him. He's such a good person, the moment he heard that I was in trouble, he gave me the gun without hesitation."
Fu Shang was speechless.
No matter how she heard it, she didn't believe it.
In a room at the end of the corridor on the second floor, a handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes was tied up on a soft bed. His blue eyes were full of despair, and there was a handkerchief in his mouth.
“!@#%*？”
The translation was probably ...
Jiang Yu, f * ck you!
Under such circumstances, he was too embarrassed to call for help. After all, it was too embarrassing.
***
On the other side.
