However, at the exact moment when he pulled the trigger, the image of Luo Qiangwei's tear-streaked face flashed through his mind, and Yan Chu felt a tightness in his chest. In a split second, he raised his hand—
The silenced gun's bullet passed straight through the open car window, hitting the trunk of a tree opposite.
Yan Chu's arm stiffened as he lowered it, his chest heaving violently for a long time before he calmed down.
He didn't need to kill him.
No one could take Weiwei away from him, she was already going to marry him... the wedding was set for next week, she would definitely marry him.
No one could take her away.
Yan Chu carefully wiped the fingerprints off the gun and tossed it beside Mo Xiao.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of a phone vibrating.
Yan Chu bent down and fished the phone out of Mo Xiao's pocket.
It was a text message, from Luo Qiangwei: "Haven't you arrived yet? I'm already waiting."
