Ji Qiushui's lips curled into a cold smile, and suddenly her fair jade-like hand gripped the revolver, aiming it at Ye Chenfeng.
"Hey, hey, hey, beautiful lady, take it easy, I haven't lived enough yet, what if you accidentally fire?!" Ye Chenfeng immediately panicked, looking flustered and at a loss.
Ji Qiushui stared at him expressionlessly and let out a mocking laugh: "Didn't you just insist on taking responsibility? Now's your chance, here you go!"
Ye Chenfeng shakily took the revolver, looking bewildered and asked, "What opportunity?"
Ji Qiushui bit her lip: "Handle it yourself! I don't want to get my hands dirty!"
"Huh?"
Ye Chenfeng's pupils quickly contracted, this woman is actually asking him to commit suicide?
"What? Don't dare? Weren't you just saying you wanted to take responsibility?" Ji Qiushui sneered, her eyes filled with deep disdain and contempt.
