"I'm not interested."
Gu Yan hung up the phone, his fingers tight, closing his eyes in pain.
Jun Huang, you will pay for all the past harm you have inflicted on me!
...
Ye Lu returned to the villa, still pale and shock-ridden.
She was carried upstairs in Third Young Master Jun's arms.
"Yan Su, come quickly!" His voice was frantic, his normally cold eyes filled with mutual anxiety. Despite a brief check earlier, he was still afraid of any oversight.
Having already been informed, Yan Su, who had been waiting on standby, quickly ran over to give his initial examination, and then heaved a sigh of relief.
"She's fine. Just frightened. She wasn't hit by any bullet, only grazed her palm. Seeing how worried you are, I thought she was shot several times and was at death's door,"
Yan Su responded curtly.
However, it was rare to see Third Young Master Jun looking so anxious. He seemed really concerned about this woman.
