Then the glass shattered, scattering over Gu Xiaoqing and Fang Zhixue, as gunshots rang out with a bang.
At this moment, Feng Qingyang had already sneaked out of the hall.
He was well aware of Fang Zhixue's endurance, even with a bullet in his shoulder, he still wasn't a match for Fang Zhixue with just one hand.
So he quickly fled.
Anyway, Gu Xiaoqing had already ordered her people to withdraw from the South Asia market; all he needed was to ensure Gu Xiaoqing and Fang Zhixue were left here permanently.
Gu Xiaoqing hid Fang Zhixue at the wall under the window, as the gunfire gradually faded away. Fang Zhixue held his wound, looking at the composed Gu Xiaoqing.
"Have you been through a similar situation before?"
Fang Zhixue took a deep breath, tearing his clothes into strips to bind his shoulder and stop the bleeding as he asked Gu Xiaoqing.
"Obviously. But does this distraction really make the pain go away?"
Gu Xiaoqing rarely cracked a joke.
