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All the blood in his body seemed to be racing, and he desperately wanted to hold her in his arms, using his chin to rest against her forehead.
Mumu, his Chaomu, his cherished little girl for eight years, was now enduring such torment.
"Shen Chi, put the gun down! Don't you understand what I'm saying?" Zhou Peitian roared, pressing the gun against Xu Chaomu's head.
"Fourth Brother... don't worry about me, don't worry about me..." Xu Chaomu screamed with all her might.
Shen Chi's heart ached with a dull pain. How could he possibly not care about her?
She was the one he had to protect with his life.
"Scream again, and I'll shoot!" Zhou Peitian threatened Xu Chaomu.
"Don't touch her!" Shen Chi said in a deep voice, his brows tightly knit.
"Then put the gun down!" Zhou Peitian shouted again.
Shen Chi lowered his hand, his fingers loosening, and with a "thud," the gun dropped from his hand to the ground.