Weilan shouted at Qin Yejun like this, making Qin Yejun's face in the car turn pale, extremely displeased.
He squinted at the woman outside the car; this girl was simply courting death.
Although being pointed at with a gun, Weilan's gaze held no trace of fear; this fearless demeanor made Qin Yejun, sitting in the car, feel a sense of admiration rising within him.
How many years had it been since he possessed such indomitable spirit?
Now, he was too concerned about his reputation.
He feared, feared his reputation being tarnished, feared he couldn't bring honor to the Qin Family.
With his sister in trouble now, he feared being implicated.
What he lacked now was precisely such spirit.
Looking at Shen Weilan, it was as if he saw his younger self, fearless at that time, but now—
With a sigh, Qin Yejun gave a self-mocking smile.
He got out of the car, stood at the door, and said to the guard in a deep voice, "Put the gun away."
