The bullets in the gun had just run out, and holding a gun without bullets is the same as not holding one at all. Getting off the car in front of the old mansion, Qin Yuji hurriedly went to whisper to Ah Cheng.
Knowing what she was scheming, Chi Jingxuan turned back to instruct Ah Cheng, "Take it back, fill it with bullets, and then give it to her. Don't allow even one extra bullet."
"Yes, Young Master."
Ah Cheng loudly acknowledged the order, but when faced with Qin Yuji's pitiful pleading expression, he shook his head in difficulty, "Young Lady, seven bullets are already quite a lot. Besides, you have to trust the Young Master. He will definitely protect you well, ensuring that the handgun and those bullets are entirely unnecessary. So, please don't make things difficult for me, okay?"
Knowing that Ah Cheng only listened to Chi Jingxuan, Qin Yuji was nonetheless still not giving up.
With a gun in hand, one's heart is at ease; of course, the more bullets, the better.
