Unworthy

However, Ji Wanzhou didn't say anything.

Miao Sizhe clenched his hand tightly around Meng Qingge's neck. "Ji Wanzhou, look at this woman, she's your favorite. She's usually treated and protected like a treasure. Look, isn't she doing this for money now?"

Meng Qingge's body was tightly bound by him, but he didn't want to struggle anymore. He wanted to know what Ji Wanzhou would choose to do. He really wanted Ji Wanzhou to choose her without any hesitation.

Meng Qingge's heart inexplicably started to feel anxious. Uneasiness continued to spread throughout his heart.

"Miao Sizhe, at such a stage, don't think that I really can't do it." Ji Wanzhou took out the silver pistol that he always kept in his pocket. He slowly loaded it and pointed the gun at the person in front of him.

A shot was fired.

It hit Meng Qingge's left leg directly.