The sound of the pistol hammer striking an empty chamber was incredibly crisp, hardly loud, and sounded like a toy.
But to Jiang Nanxi, each sound was no less than a sledgehammer smashing down on her heart.
Xiao Ming moved too fast for her to intervene, and by the end, her face had turned as pale as paper, her entire back soaked with cold sweat.
"Sir..."
Jiang Nanxi's voice trembled severely, almost unable to speak.
"Take a deep breath."
Xiao Ming patted her cheek and said softly, "Your husband will encounter many, many more lunatics in the future. Compared to this one, he's quite normal. You must get used to it as soon as possible."
"But… but I think you're even crazier, sir."
Xiao Ming laughed heartily, his gaze shifting to Jiang Yueli's face, asking with interest, "Mr. Jiang, what are your thoughts now? Shocked? Or scared?"
Jiang Yueli's expression flickered uncertainly, "To be honest, both.