Ling Tian'ao's gun swiftly pointed in another direction.
"Bang," a gunshot.
A cry of agony ensued.
It was Ling Tian'ao's bullet that hit Meng Jian in one of his legs.
"If you won't crawl, then let him take the punishment for you!" Ling Tian'ao's lips curled up in a bloodthirsty cruelty, but when he turned to look at Xia Zhisu, his smile was indulgently sweet.
"Wife, let's go home!" Ling Tian'ao wrapped his arms around Xia Zhisu.
Xia Zhisu glanced at Meng Jian, who was howling in pain while clutching his leg, the ground covered in blood, and no one dared to help him, nor did anyone dare to call an ambulance.
So much blood, it's truly nauseating.
Ling Tian'ao covered her eyes, "Don't look, don't dirty your eyes."
He then hugged her waist with one hand, pulling her close to his body.
"President! We had no idea you were coming! The staff here will handle this situation!" The hotel manager saw Ling Tian'ao and hurried over, bowing and scraping.
