Beitang Feng frowned deeply, seeing the tears sliding down her cheeks, he suddenly let go, staring at her bizarrely.
Li Qiyu fell to the ground, clutching her tightly squeezed neck, coughing weakly and breathlessly...
Ling Ran stood leisurely aside, observing everything, originally full of expectation that Li Qiyu would breathe her last in his grasp.
Seeing Beitang Feng suddenly let go, disappointment and panic flickered in his eyes...
Beitang Feng wavered?! This was definitely not a good sign.
"Feng, not planning to act? Then I'm taking this woman away." Ling Ran bent down and grabbed Li Qiyu, intending to provoke Beitang Feng with a more intimate gesture.
And he succeeded—
Before he kissed Li Qiyu's forehead, Beitang Feng separated them, grabbed the gun from Ling Ran's hand, and pointed it at Li Qiyu's head.
Li Qiyu lifted her chin slightly, looking at him with red eyes, but her mouth slowly curved into a proud smile.
