A gunshot rang out.
However, Sang Qianqian did not stop. Her figure quickly disappeared at the top of the stairs.
On the other hand, Ruan Xiaodie felt a sharp pain in her heart. She lowered her head and saw blood gushing out, dyeing her white dress and light yellow coat red. She was shot before she could even pull the trigger.
Her body shook, and the gun in her hand fell to the ground. She struggled to hold onto the balcony and barely stood still.
Sang Qianqian said that she had no accomplices, so who was the one who fired the gun? This person could actually ambush her silently and shoot from a distance with precision.
Ruthlessness flashed in her eyes. No, she had not completely lost. At least, she still had people downstairs. If Sang Qianqian went downstairs, she would only die. As for the child, if he fell from the third floor, he would be severely injured even if he did not die. The only regret was that she did not get to see Shen Hanyu's end.
