That shot...
That shot was fired by Feng Yueming as he grasped her hand; she couldn't resist at all. But indeed, it was she who harmed Ma Luosong, so she had nothing to say.
"Mi Yao, now the entire Z country knows that you're with Commander Feng, having become his number one favorite. Since that's the case, why did you still ensnare my son?"
"If you hadn't ensnared my son, how could he have so easily believed the Vice President's incitement to assassinate Commander Feng? If you hadn't messed around with my son, why would he have wanted to take you away? He's just a scholar, a man of letters; he doesn't have the courage for that."
"Mi Yao, my son is now lying in the hospital, between life and death, yet look at yourself, living a life of glamour and glitz, still doted on by Commander Feng. He's just a sacrificial pawn; don't you feel even the slightest bit of guilt towards him?"