Fu Shinan had a confident expression on her face. "I learned hunting from my grandfather and have used a hunting rifle before."
Ji Zan liked Fu Shinan's confident demeanor. After all, it was dangerous for her to low-spirited all the time. "Then be careful," he said, picking up a hunting rifle and handing it to Fu Shinan.
Fu Shinan swiftly slung it over her shoulder and effortlessly pulled back the bolt. With her tall figure and ethereal beauty, she looked strikingly heroic.
Ji Zan shifted his gaze and looked at the hunting rifle in his hand. "These were found at the farm. I don't know why, but Cao Yong didn't take them, or perhaps he didn't have time to take them."
Fu Shinan asked, "Were there any signs of an attack at the farm?"
Ji Zan replied as they walked, "Yes! So there must be other people in An Town."
