Not far from him, a pale-faced Xia Yiwan held an assault rifle in her hands, shaking all over.
"Wanwan?" Mu Qianxun thought he was hallucinating.
His soft and vulnerable little sister knew how to shoot a gun?
Hearing his voice, Xia Yiwan was jolted from her shock of possibly having killed someone.
Her eyes welled up, and she wanted to cry, but seeing Mu Qianxun still suspended in mid-air, she held back her tears and walked over, trembling.
She had learned simple shooting for a film role, and the gun she held was taken from the lifeless body of an assassin. Holding it, she felt like vomiting.
But compared to Mu Qianxun's life, she could endure anything else.
"Brother, are you okay?" Trembling, Xia Yiwan approached without daring to glance at the man lying nearby, planning on helping Mu Qianxun down.
However, before she could crouch down, a man who had just been knocked down rolled over and reached for the gun in her arms.
Xia Yiwan was paralyzed with fear.
