An anxious voice came through the small earpiece in Si Yu's ear: "Boss, we couldn't hold Shan Xun back. He's gotten past us."
He glanced at the man before him. He already knew. 'Useless fools. They let him charge right up to me this quickly.' It seemed Shan Xun had arrived with incredible speed.
Si Yu kept backing away, still holding Jiang Zheyu.
"Drop the gun." Si Yu's dark green eyes were fixed on Shan Xun.
As he spoke, he lightly pressed the gun in his hand against Jiang Zheyu's head.
Feeling the cold metal of the gun against her head, Jiang Zheyu's scalp prickled. 'Don't tell me his love has turned to hate?'
She didn't dare make a move.
'Should I bet that he loves me and can't bring himself to hurt me? Or should I bet his gun isn't loaded?'
Jiang Zheyu didn't dare to bet. There was no way she would gamble her life on whether Si Yu truly liked her, on whether he could bring himself to kill her.
