Feng Qing shook her head. "Not interested."
Xie Ba raised his eyebrows. "Then does Young Madam know how to use a gun? Or have you touched a gun?"
Feng Qing nodded. "I've played it before, but I prefer to play casually."
Xie Ba : "…"
Xie Ba's face was expressionless, but he snorted coldly in his heart in disdain. What did she mean by liking to play casually? It was obviously because her marksmanship was not good and she found a way out for herself. This saying made him look down on wealthy women even more. In his eyes, a woman like Feng Qing was indeed a trophy wife. Other than eating macarons, she could basically do nothing.
Xie Ba rolled his eyes and said, "Young Madam, we've already toured the shooting range. Why don't we go to the poison training room?"
