Alin received the signal, and at the same time he made the final gesture, he quickly raised his gun—
Bang...
A loud noise echoed, Wen Meimei didn't know what had happened, her body shuddered in fright, and she looked blankly in the direction of the sound, her ears buzzing.
Qiao Chengxun took advantage of the moment, quickly snatched the handgun from his wife's hand, and then forcefully embraced her.
It was then Wen Meimei realized what that gunshot was all about.
Alin must have shot mama.
"Mama..." Wen Meimei called out her name in a daze.
Qiao Chengxun pressed his wife's head tightly against his chest, his voice hoarse, "Meimei, it's over, don't ever do this kind of foolish thing again, don't try to leave me."
Wen Meimei listened quietly to the chaotic heartbeat of the man, feeling the pain inside him, her heart cracked.
Alin walked to mama's body, crouched down slightly, carefully checked, and confirmed the death.
