A Dog That Doesn’t Bark

Yan Ruo sneered, "Is that so?"

Yan Ruo glanced at Yan Yuan and then turned back to look at Wang Lai.

That gaze gave Wang Lai the feeling that he had been stripped naked in public, as if Yan Ruo had seen through everything inside out. He bit his lip hard, and his voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Yes!"

Yan Ruo lightly pulled the trigger and loaded the bullet. He asked, "Then you must also know the consequences of doing such a thing, right?"

Yan Yuan had no doubt that Yan Ruo would shoot, but all the suspicions would be pointed at him if Wang Lai died here.

Damn it, this Wang Lai really could not do anything right; he was only good at ruining things!

Yan Yuan cursed in his heart, but he still put on a flattering and frightened look on the surface and persuaded, "Brother, don't be rash. Grandma's still here. It's not good to see blood."