When the gun was pointed at Lin Zhiyi once again, she immediately stood up and retreated a few steps backward.
She pleaded, "Miss Ren, don't do this, you don't need to ruin yourself for someone else."
Ren Xiya, holding the gun, approached Lin Zhiyi, a hint of redness slowly crawling into her eyes.
"Of course you can say that! You have Third Young Master to block everything for you, and Mr. Sang to comfort you. I only have my mom, and if she had been terrible to me from the start, I could give her up, but she truly protected me with sincerity."
Lin Zhiyi actually understood Ren Xiya's emotions. In impenetrable predicaments, the closer the person, the more they are a lifeline.
How could she persuade Ren Xiya to give up?
The next second, Ren Xiya's gun was pressed against Lin Zhiyi's forehead.
Lin Zhiyi gasped and remained motionless, watching the person in front of her.