Chi Jingxuan seemed to have guessed what Ah Cheng was about to give.
Glancing at Qin Yuji, who looked somewhat excited, and then at Ah Cheng who was serious, Chi Jingxuan sighed helplessly, "Alright, go ahead and give it."
Ah Cheng nodded with a brilliant smile, stepped in front of Qin Yuji, took out a palm-sized black holster from his coat pocket, and handed it to Qin Yuji, "Young Lady, this is for you."
Just by its shape, one could tell it was a handgun, and with the perfect grip size, it would not only be convenient to carry but also feel great in hand.
"Ah Cheng, thank you."
Qin Yuji smiled as she accepted it and opened the holster.
A palm-sized handgun, which looked very much like the Desert Eagle she had searched for online, except that it was a bit smaller, seemingly specially designed for ladies.
The moment she held it in her hand, Qin Yuji fell in love with the handgun.
