After a glance at Shen Hanqian, Xiao Qingcang's eyes once again became composed. "Of course, I wouldn't really blow his head off. In fact, if I really wanted to blow his head off, why would I hit Qi Zhenzhen?"
Shen Hanqian thought about it. Right, Qi Zhenzhen is shorter than Qi Yun, and the bullet hit Qi Zhenzhen's shoulder, obviously not where Qi Yun's head is...
"I'm more skilled at shooting than playing dice,
Shen Hanqian understood. "So that shot, you were certain it wouldn't take Qi Yun's life, but you didn't expect Miss Qi to rush over, right?"
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The events that transpired last night were too sensitive for anyone to dare mention. Qi Yun kneeling, who dares to speak of it? Xiao Qingcang wielding a gun with intent to kill, who dares to speak of it?
Both sides' subordinates were armed; who dares to speak of this matter?