Nan Qingqing's eyes revealed a trace of ruthlessness as she grabbed the hunting rifle.
"Mom, just bear with it for a bit longer, I'll go take care of Nan Yu."
Sheng Ruomei tried to bear the intense pain, her hand covering her wound, her face twisted ferociously, "Qingqing, you must kill her!"
Nan Qingqing picked up the hunting rifle and kicked the door wide open, striding out.
With her lips clenched, she cast a venomous glance at Nan Yu, aiming the barrel of the gun in her direction.
Her trembling hands betrayed her inner panic.
Nan Qingqing closed her eyes and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The recoil from the shotgun nearly caused Nan Qingqing to fall backward, almost losing her grip on the weapon.
She opened her eyes in alarm, and before she could take in her surroundings, she felt the cold touch of a gun barrel on top of her head.
Following the barrel, she saw an unscathed Nan Yu standing before her.
