Lin Ruoxi remained calm and didn't panic or dodge, while Xu Zhihong showed no immediate intention of pulling the trigger.
In that moment of tension, Yang Chen's nerves weren't quick to disarm Xu Zhihong. The situation at hand was delicate.
Facing the ominous barrel of the gun, Lin Ruoxi seemed indifferent. Her gaze held a hint of complexity, as if contemplating something. Perhaps she was affected by Xu Zhihong's frenzied words.
