The patriarch's voice had just faded when a bullet embedded itself deeply in the pale pink wall from outside. There was a loud explosion, and a large section of the wall instantly turned to dust.
The response was clear—if he was in for mutual destruction, so be it.
The triumphant smile on the old man's face instantly stiffened, and he looked at Shi Yuhuan with a slight tremor of fear.
Shi Yuhuan's face remained expressionless, as if death to him was but a casual turn in the tranquil breezes.
He looked at the patriarch indifferently and calmly said, "Let's continue where we left off. Explain why you suddenly wanted to kill me all those years ago!"
The killing intent from both sides was unmistakable. Song Qinghuan appeared calm on the surface, but her heart had risen to her throat. Holding her breath, she stared intently at Shi Yuhuan.
She did not know whether secretly using Bai Rubing's phone to leave Shi Yuhuan clues when she followed Bai Rubing was the right or wrong decision.
