Yue Qingqing's expression remained unchanged, "Come on, give me a smile too."
The assassin cooperatively revealed his neat, white teeth only after Yue Qingqing finished taking the photo.
Suddenly, the assassin made a move, pressing the gun against Yue Qingqing's chin.
Caught off guard, Yue Qingqing seemed a bit flustered, and her phone fell to the ground with a thud, screen down.
Who knows if it broke.
"Ah, such a pretty little thing, but don't worry, I will make sure you die without any pain."
The assassin's voice was calm and measured, as if he were chatting with an old friend.
With the gun pressed against her, Yue Qingqing could imagine the searing heat of the bullet the moment it would be fired.
She raised her hands, but her expression was surprisingly calm.
"This way of dying isn't pretty; I don't like it."
The assassin sounded regretful, "Little girl, there are many unpleasant things in this world; not everything can go your way, wouldn't you agree?"
