Master Wang Isn't To Be Someone Not To Be Trifled With (1)

Ye Wangchuan took the gun from her and checked it unhurriedly. He also loaded it and stretched out his long arm. He narrowed his eyes and aimed. Then, he lowered his hand and looked at the girl with a smile. His tone was light and relaxed, indescribably arrogant and reserved.

"A Sig Sauer P322 .22LR rimfire pistol?"

Qiao Nian propped herself on the bed with one hand and looked up casually. "You know it?"

Ye Wangchuan threw the weapon back to her. "Catch it."

Qiao Nian quickly caught the weapon that had fallen back into her hand in the darkness. She twirled it as if she was playing with a toy. Her long eyelashes drooped, and her tone was not very good. "It won't be safe later. You don't have a self-defense weapon on you… It's too risky."

"If you give this to me, what about yourself?" Ye Wangchuan's tone was light, not in the least panicked. It was unknown if he did not realize the danger.