Lian Cheng's hand trembled as he reached for the gun on the table, his eyes flickering with the light of struggle.
Wei Ziyun and Xiang Yuan saw his stretching hand and couldn't help but want to speak out and stop him.
Who knew if he might suddenly go berserk, grab the gun, and head to the airport, and perhaps fly to the United Kingdom!
A flicker of fear crossed both their faces, terrified that Lian Cheng might, on an impulse, really do something he would regret for the rest of his life.
"Xiaowu..." Wei Ziyun had barely spoken when Zhuo Xiangqiao, standing there, shot him a look that was so intimidating Wei Ziyun had no choice but to shut his mouth.
But their hearts had already started boiling like water in a pot, frantic to the point of scratching their heads and pulling at their faces.
If they could, they would've already rushed in front of Lian Cheng and snatched the gun away.
Watching as his hand was about to stretch out further, all they could do was stand there, anxious.
