Before she could curse a few more times, Lady Jian suddenly screamed in fright and began pleading for mercy.
If the gun Ah Ding held earlier was merely for intimidation, then the dark muzzle currently aimed at her now truly felt like a one-way ticket to hell!
"Seems like being in the spotlight on the silver screen wasn't enough for you. Making a name for yourself back in your hometown Ancheng—is that what you were really after?"
Mo Chuxi's icy voice pierced sharply into Jian Ziqing's very core with every single word, leaving her in unbearable agony.
"Brother Xi, didn't you say you'd take me to buy cotton candy? Why are we still chatting with this old hag here?"
Yan Xinxin tugged at Mo Chuxi's arm, the same one holding the gun.
Jian Ziqing was furious, hateful, and also terrified!
The way Yan Xinxin was shaking Mo Chuxi's arm—she was so scared he might accidentally pull the trigger and end her life right there and then!
