Qin Ruan's complexion was as somber as water, with an undertone of rage about to erupt in her voice, and the gaze she fixed on Falcon sent shivers down one's spine.
How could she not be infuriated, how could she not be incensed!
The shot that had been fired at her, had she not dodged, would have claimed her life on the spot.
Falcon stared back at Qin Ruan with eyes full of hostility, his thick lips pressed together tightly, no longer uttering a word.
The sudden turn of events had scared the Ke father and son into retreating a good distance, huddling in the corner by the computer desk, dreading that these people would come to seize them.
With both sides in a standoff, Qin Ruan, holding absolute authority in the conversation, had the upper hand, allowing the father and son duo to breathe a small sigh of relief.
Then, a greater sense of crisis overwhelmed them.