Ye Beisheng's expression froze and she quickly hid her gun, "What are you talking about, Ninth master? I've never seen a gun before. I'm just curious."
Huo Xiting ignored her lie.
From the way she took the gun to the way she put it on her waist, it was clear that it was not her first time getting her hands on one.
The gentle and soft-spoken eldest young lady who had been chased out of the country by the Ye family for ten years actually knew how to use a gun.
The Ye family had probably made a mistake.
The way she held the gun looked like someone he had seen before.
It was a pity that that person had long been buried and would never appear again.
Ye Beisheng quietly slipped away with her beloved pistol. Huo Xiting then glanced at the servant and said in an emotionless voice, "Remember to send her to the housekeeper. You know what to do next."
Lin Long nodded his head.
