Chapter 295: Really Similar, Exactly the Same

Jun Moyan got out of bed, only to see his service gun lying on the ground.

He picked it up, puzzled, and instinctively checked the bullets in the magazine.

One was missing.

What happened?

"Xiaoguai, what's up with this gun? How did it end up here?"

Wen Xiao'ai looked at the gun in his hand, her eyes somewhat frantic.

She had forgotten about this thing.

"Fun... just a bit loud."

Wen Xiao'ai, feeling guilty, struggled to speak clearly as she looked at Jun Moyan.

Hearing that she had played with the gun, Jun Moyan's heart skipped a beat fiercely.

Then he sternly said, "This thing is very dangerous, you can't just play around with it. What if you hurt yourself?"

"I won't play with it anymore," Wen Xiao'ai immediately waved her little hands, looking obedient.

Seeing her like that, Jun Moyan couldn't utter a scolding word.

"It's a good thing you didn't hurt yourself, otherwise I would have definitely punished you severely."

"I wouldn't dare."

"Did Qing Yi hear the gunshot?"