Tan Jincheng was wearing a white shirt.
At this moment, his chest was stained with a blood-red rose!
Moreover, the blood was continuously spreading to the surrounding areas.
The blood on the white shirt was particularly vivid.
Gu Yi'an was less than ten centimeters away from him and could clearly see the blotch of blood on his chest...
The intense smell of blood invaded her nostrils uninvited, permeating her sense of smell!
The madness in Gu Yi'an's eyes suddenly gave way to a blank stare.
Immediately, her gaze turned sharp, fixing on the blood on Tan Jincheng's chest, her eyes cold and emotionless.
At this moment, Lu Moran, who was holding onto the railing at the edge of the corridor, felt his legs go weak. What did he just see?
Tan Jincheng, the dignified Young Master Tan, was shot in the chest, and the bullet seemed to have hit the center of his heart!
