"What you said seems to be right, but even without Sheng Feng," Mo Shiche's smile became even thicker and colder, "I would still want to kill you."
As he said these words, the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he wanted to pull the trigger immediately—
Luo Qiangwei suddenly rushed forward, spreading her arms to shield Yan Chu.
Mo Shiche's hand holding the gun trembled, his pupils quivered as he looked at her, and the words burst from between his teeth, "Luo Qiangwei, get out of the way."
"What gives you the right to kill him? Just because he's close to me?" Luo Qiangwei sneered at him, "Then shouldn't I also kill Sheng Miao since your relationship with her can't even be described as just 'close' anymore?"
Mo Shiche's dark eyes stared at her intensely, and the gun in his hand still wasn't lowered, "Luo Qiangwei, I have to kill him today."
