Zhao Xiaoming's chest heaved with rage, as if he was breathing in and out, and it took a long while before he seemed to find his voice again.
He turned and walked away.
This place was filled with the wealthy and the noble, not just any ordinary venue, and Qin Yize was incredibly popular here.
If a real conflict had ensued, the few rotten friends he had brought today would have definitely been at a disadvantage.
So, he could only leave with resentment.
Gu Qiaoqiao leaned forward from in front of Qin Yize, smiling slightly, "Why use a cleaver to kill a chicken? Ah Ze, teach me how to use a gun, and I'll compete with him."
The clear young girl's voice echoed across the rough shooting range, startling everyone.
Those few people looked at Gu Qiaoqiao as if she was a fool.
And Qin Yize was swayed by that call of 'Ah Ze.'
It turned out those two words, coming from Gu Qiaoqiao's mouth, sounded so pleasant.
For a moment, he was somewhat infatuated.