Qin Yejun couldn't believe his eyes: "Shen Weilan, are you crazy?"
This woman is practically a madwoman, she dares to defy him, even with a gun loaded with bullets in his hand.
"I'm very clear-headed." Weilan sneered lightly, "You can change your face just by shining a light, how much courage do you have to kill me?"
"Shen Weilan!"
"Qin Yejun, you don't need to shout!" Weilan spoke again lightly, her tone contemptuous enough to make people jump up: "If you have the courage, go ahead and shoot, if I blink an eye, I won't be named Shen Weilan."
Qin Yejun felt cornered, his eyes showed an embarrassing predicament.
Old Master Qin sat on the sofa, his eyes filled with desolation.
His son, the son he thought he could be proud of, didn't even have the courage of a girl like this.
He tried to stand up.
Qin Mofeng immediately stepped forward, trying to help his grandfather.
Old Master Qin grabbed Qin Mofeng's hand and removed it.
