"Mistook you for someone else?" The person holding the umbrella seemed to be sneering. His voice was slightly raised, but it was still cold.
If one were to listen carefully, these words carried a thick killing intent, a killing intent that came from the land of ice.
For some reason, Qiao muwan felt her feet turn cold and wanted to escape.
She had clearly become stronger now, so why did she still feel such fear?
She couldn't believe it, but she couldn't control the trembling fear in her bones.
Qiao muwan took two steps back and stared at the person in front of her with wide eyes. He was like a bolt of lightning that cut through the rain, as if he was going to strike her.
And even though Qiao muwan was holding a gun in her hand now, she realized that the gun was very heavy. Her hands actually trembled, and she could not hold it steadily.
"Heh, wrong person? I'll never mistake you for anyone else. Isn't that right, Chu Fei 'er?"
