Fu Yingying's pupils dilated in fear as she stared at the cold muzzle of the gun.
Facing the muzzle, claiming she was not afraid would have been a complete lie.
Her voice trembled, and she felt death approaching once again.
"What… what do you want to do?"
She looked at Gu Qiangwei in horror, along with the gun in her hand.
Gu Qiangwei's face was expressionless and very cold, "What do I want to do? Didn't I tell you? I gave you a chance to live before, but you felt that life was worse than death, so now, I will grant your wish!"
Saying this, her index finger lightly pulled the trigger.
Fu Yingying was so frightened that she turned pale and was unable to speak.
But she believed that Gu Qiangwei would not kill someone, otherwise, she wouldn't have let Qin Sijue spare her life the last time.
Thinking this, her eyes hardened, and she glared at Gu Qiangwei, "Will you shoot? Stop trying to scare me with bullets—"
"Bang!"
