"Ah..."
Accompanied by a muffled sound, a red dot emerged on Qi Zhenzhen's shoulder, from which blood gushed out.
She collapsed weakly into Qi Yun's arms, but her eyes remained wide open, pleading. "Brother Xiao... for the love and admiration I have for you, please forgive my brother. Isn't this gunshot enough to appease you?"
"Zhenzhen..." Qi Yun supported his sister's body, very worried. "Don't talk nonsense, I'll take you to the hospital!"
After that, he looked at Xiao Qingcang. "What does it mean to make me kneel? Then I will kneel for you right now!"
Qi Zhenzhen tried to stop her brother in distress. "Don't, big brother, I think Xiao Qingcang can forgive you this time!"
"No, I don't need his forgiveness, nor do I need you to take a bullet for me. I must settle this account with him!" After saying that, Qi Yun bent his legs, his body lowered, and he firmly knelt on the ground.
