“You’re the one who ruined my engagement party and forced Fanxing to face everyone alone.”


  …


  She didn’t know how many bullets she had fired, but Bo Jinchuan didn’t pay much attention to it. He sat there calmly with his legs crossed. His black pants remained perfectly straight.

  His other hand was casually placed on his knee. His posture was so calm that he didn’t even look like he was playing cards.

  Every sentence after every shot was said calmly without any ripples, as though he was aiming at a target.

  Inanimate objects, things that were born lifeless.

  Compared to the hysterical scream just now, Yuan Sichun was almost completely chained up in the cage and couldn’t make a sound. Her exquisite and beautiful luxurious clothes were stained with blood and her long hair hung messily in the air. It was obvious that her face was ugly.