Ji Junxue still sat next to Feng Tianleng.
Her plain and clean hands were clenched into fists on her legs, her head lowered in tension, her heart full of guilt.
The living room was so quiet that there wasn't a sound, only the presence of Feng Shiming lazily leaning on the sofa could be felt.
His injured arm resting on the back, seemingly encircling Ji Junxue.
After a while, Ji Junxue weakly murmured, "Thank you!"
"Huh?" Feng Tianleng raised an eyebrow. He clearly heard what Ji Junxue said, but pretended not to hear, the corners of his mouth curling up.
He knew this tactic would work, though it was a pity for his Xue'er to have taken a bullet from him, fortunately without fatality.
He originally just wanted to use Xue'er to scare Ji Junxue, to play the hero rescuing the damsel.
But unexpectedly, Xue'er seemed to harbor extreme hostility towards Ji Junxue, so he was compelled to dash forward to block Xue'er's attack, and fired his gun.
