Bai Nuanxi's tone was so confident that the man began to doubt himself. He realized how easily her words had manipulated him, and he inwardly cursed his lack of resolve. How had he allowed himself to be swayed by her casual remarks? It was utterly embarrassing!
"Stop playing word games with me! Either you bring that person out now, or I'll kill you first and then ask someone else if they've seen Qing Hu." The gun in his hand moved upward, pressing against the back of Bai Nuanxi's head, signaling that he wasn't bluffing.
Bai Nuanxi pressed her lips together—was this man serious?
"I'm not playing any games! I've answered every single one of your questions truthfully. What exactly are you dissatisfied with? Why must you treat a delicate, innocent soul like me this way?" Her voice brimmed with exaggerated grievance, as though she were enduring the greatest injustice. Yet, the very person causing her torment stood right behind her, gun in hand.
