Just as Shu Ze was turning around.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out.
It grazed right past Shu Ze's abdomen.
Immediately, Shu Ze froze there.
He looked down, watching the basketball in his hands deflate before his eyes.
Turning his head, he saw Feng Rong holding a handgun.
The dark muzzle was pointed directly at him.
His spine stiffened, not daring to move a muscle.
The gun in Feng Rong's hand lowered, handing it to Hong Ye beside him.
He raised his gaze, eyes dark as they looked at Su Yan
"Delivered the gift?"
Su Yan paused, then nodded.
Feng Rong flashed a grim smile of white teeth
"Time to head back, little stepmother."
Then, the three of them got in the car.
The passenger door of the car closed.
Quickly, they drove away.
Along the way, the atmosphere in the car was so heavy it was about to condense.
This time, they didn't go to the hospital.
Instead, they headed to a villa.
The car stopped.
Feng Rong sat in a wheelchair, pushed in by Hong Ye.
