"I do mind."
Jiang Yan finished speaking, then gave her a look that was both mocking and amused.
Her question made Jiang Yan feel strangely sentimental and somewhat amused, but of course, she couldn't easily reveal her true emotions.
Wen Wanli's eyes suddenly reddened, and she bit her lip, which was covered in scabs, as she said anxiously,
"Then, please don't kill us. They said you have a gun and that you shoot people when you're upset... We live next door and won't make you unhappy..."
Jiang Yan: "..." Was she really that terrifying?
Moreover, although the other person appeared to be about her age, her speech and behavior were somewhat similar to that of an eight or nine-year-old child who had done something wrong.
Considering the wounds on her body, Jiang Yan couldn't help but feel a moment of doubt.
But she didn't want to delve too deeply into a conversation with her and simply said "okay" before continuing to walk downstairs.
