Shangguan Lingqi paused briefly, but then he dashed toward the car at full speed.
Just a few minutes ago, if Mu Cangkong had called out "Xiaoqi," Shangguan Lingqi would have been thrilled.
But now, he felt neither choked up nor sad.
Mu Cangkong was okay, but what about Xiaojiu?
Seeing Shangguan Lingqi carrying Shangguan Jiujiu away, Mu Cangkong immediately rolled over and tried to follow, but Bai Bing stopped him.
Bai Bing pulled a gun from her waist and aimed it at Mu Cangkong, asking coldly, "Do you recognize me?"
"Bai Bing, what are you doing?" Mu Cangkong exclaimed in shock at her actions.
Why was Bai Bing pointing a gun at him?
"What nickname do you usually give me?" Bai Bing, her face cold, stared straight into Mu Cangkong's eyes, showing no intention of lowering her gun.
"Tomboy, enough is enough!" Mu Cangkong grabbed her gun. "Can you first tell me what happened to Xiaojiu, please?"
As Mu Cangkong spoke, his face could not hide the tension and solemnity.
