It was as if the goddess he'd admired for so long had suddenly confessed her feelings—
Ye Qing's pupils dilated in shock for a second, and his heart started pounding wildly.
"Thank you!"
He quickly regained his composure, carefully received the gift with both hands as if it were a priceless treasure, and then held it in his hands, unable to put it down, examining it closely.
After a single glance at the inscription on the gun, Ye Qing already knew two things in his heart:
First, Jiang Yan trusted him a great deal.
He didn't know how much, but at least more than Sun Jingtao and Su Dai did.
After all, he had a shotgun himself, so if someone were to be given a gun, it should be Sun Jingtao.
Second, this handgun did not come from Ma Longbiao.
It was most likely Jiang Yan, parting with her beloved weapon, giving it to him at no cost.
It was said that Ma Longbiao's group's weapons came from a nearby police armory.
