Qinghuang's heart suddenly jolted!
Did Lu Xiaoyou figure out that her gun was out of bullets?
At such a critical moment, she could still pay attention to this?!
However, Lu Xiaoyou still underestimated her.
"Mou Xiao, what are you doing?"
Outside, another man's voice rang out.
The silver needle in Qinghuang's hand flew out!
The door of the private room was opened again, and the light from the corridor outside shone in.
Feng Zheyu stood at the door and saw Lu Xiaoyou lying on the ground, her lower body hidden in the darkness, while her upper body was illuminated by the warm yellow light coming from behind Feng Zheyu.
Feng Zheyu could only see Lu Xiaoyou's pale face.
She looked surprised when she saw him, then sat up from the ground.
She covered her arm with one hand, and blood seeped through her fingers...
Bright red blood flowed from Lu Xiaoyou's fingertips, and a thick layer of frost had already formed in Feng Zheyu's eyes.
