"I killed ... People ... Feng Yan ... I ..."
Ye qingge knew that she had killed someone. She saw blood flowing out of the foreigner's head ...
Ye qingge was like a taut bowstring. When she saw Feng Yan, she knew that they were safe. The bowstring broke immediately and she was drained of all her strength ...
"I killed ... People ... Feng Yan ... I ..." After realizing it, she panicked and became afraid. After all, she was a woman.
you didn't. How could you kill someone with your random shooting? you don't have the marksmanship. I fired the gun, not you. Idiot, it wasn't you!
Holding ye qingge in his arms, Feng Yan lied. At that time, his car was some distance away from them, and he didn't have time to shoot.
He knew that she was scared out of her wits. If she found out that he had killed someone, she would never be at peace for the rest of her life.
"Not me?" Ye qingge grabbed Feng Yan's arm, her little face covered in tears and pale.
