The moment the bullet sprung out from the gun chamber, her heart trembled.
But if she hadn't taken the gun, those well-trained bodyguards might not have let her go easily.
Su Ningyan took a deep breath. She missed her uncle so much. She had no idea how he was doing in South City.
South City was the landing point of the typhoon and suffered the most damage.
A thunderbolt burst suddenly, and she could see lightning strike down from the sky.
What Su Ningyan feared most was thunderstorms. At this time, she missed Zhuo Junyue even more.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The streets were flooded, and with evening being the peak travel time, the traffic was even worse.
The car on the road seemed more like a boat, advancing through the waves.
A week later, water managed to flood into the vehicle, everyone rolled up their pant legs.
Some cars had already stalled on the road. The traffic was in chaos.
