A bodyguard reached out to grab his gun when a gunshot rang out, the bullet hitting his wrist.
He screamed in pain, the gun dropping to the ground as he collapsed to his knees clutching his wounded wrist.
The rest of the group, now devoid of any semblance of luck, dared not move, holding their heads in their hands and crouching on the ground.
Gan Xintong cried out in desperation, "I'm not Ye Xingbei, I'm Gan Xintong! Help me, please help me!"
Nonchalantly, Gu Junzhu sauntered down the stairs and approached Jiang Siyou.
Looking up from her crouched position, Jiang Siyou saw an exclusive pair of white casual shoes. Unable to resist, she looked up at his face.
Gu Junzhu's striking features came into view.
With a hand in his pocket, he exuded an aura of casual nobility. A faint, teasing smile played in the corners of his lips. His eyes were filled with amusement and mockery.
"It's you..." Jiang Siyou stared at the face that had haunted her dreams.
