Everyone present turned pale.
Liang Shaochen tightened his jaw, a mocking smile on his lips.
"Nangong Yaoling, I thought you always acted honorably. If you want me dead, it's easy, but why force a weak woman?"
"Hmph——" Nangong Yaoling scoffed:
"Liang Shaochen, the more you say that, the more it makes me doubt your relationship. Your life isn't worth much, you should know that. What I want isn't just your life!"
As he spoke, Nangong Yaoling personally loaded the gun with a click.
He then grabbed Xia Xiaonuan's hand, placing the cold, heavy handgun steadily in her palm.
At that moment, Xia Xiaonuan felt her heart sink to the bottom.
Nearby, Mrs. Smith leaned against the bookshelf, face pale as a ghost.
The air fell silent, so quiet that even the sound of the wind outside could be heard.
A gust of cold wind swept across their faces, the moisture making them shiver involuntarily.
Xia Xiaonuan gripped the cold, hard handgun, her fingers trembling.
Hot breath brushed her ear.
