"Give it back to me!" Ye Yuwei shouted at Bai Yuyan, "I am the one you hate. Give me my phone back!"
"I will give it back to you the moment you die," Bai Yuyan shrieked. "You should have died long ago, whore! This time next year will be your death anniversary!" Bai Yuyan screamed, aiming her gun at Ye Yuwei.
Ye Yuwei's legs turned to jelly and she stumbled back.
Two gunshots pierced the air, and someone pushed Ye Yuwei aside before she could react.
Bai Yuyan was standing there with her hand still holding the gun, but blood began to flow from her temple
"Yuwei… Yuwei," Lu Qichuan quickly went to Ye Yuwei to make sure that she was alright. He held her shoulders to help her up, and felt very sorry for her when he saw the wounds and bloodstains all over her body.
"My phone, my phone…" Ye Yuwei looked for her phone desperately.
