Everyone discussed the use of these things.
Nan Yin lay on Ming Shu’s lap, holding the gun-like thing in her hand. The whole thing was silver-white and smooth.
Boom --
A violent explosion sounded.
The young man hugged Ming Shu tightly.
The moment the explosion sounded, Ming Shu turned sideways to block the flying glass.
The room was in a mess from the explosion.
The people on the sofa who were holding their heads slowly raised their heads.
“What happened? was there an attack?”
“Damn...”
The people outside were standing in front of the broken glass and looking around. There were also people looking around vigilantly.
However, they didn’t notice anything unusual.
This couldn’t have been self-inflicted, right?
Ming Shu lowered her head and looked at the young man who was trembling slightly. “What did you do just now?”
“No...”the young man’s voice was weak.
Everyone looked at Nan Yin.
He did it?
