Seeing him silent, Qin Sijue's gaze shifted as he dragged Nangong Feifei toward the front gate!
Seven or eight gun barrels aimed at him, yet not a single person dared to really pull the trigger.
For one, Nangong He had not given the order, and secondly, even if he had, they might not have actually fired.
They knew well that Qin Sijue's identity was not only that of Commander Qin's own grandson but also that of the President's godson! And the most important identity of all, the President intended to appoint him as the next President!
If they fired, even ten heads would not be enough to pay the price!
Thus, with every step Qin Sijue took, the guards could only lift their guns and step back, with no one daring to pull the trigger.
Even Nangong He and Nangong Mingchuan were frozen in place, unable to do anything.
Just as Qin Sijue was about to step out of the door, suddenly a figure rushed in front of him, opened her arms, and blocked his path.
