Xiao Qiao put down her gun, and Mu Liang raised his hand with a wave, the back of his hand facing outwards and his palm facing inwards. The bodyguards in the hall also put down their guns.
Lu Bai's gaze was fixed on Lu Xiaojiu, calm as still water with barely a ripple.
Lu Xiaojiu slightly lowered her eyebrows, her eyes on her nose and her nose on her heart, appearing utterly indifferent.
Mu Liang's arm had been pierced by a bullet and was still being bandaged, far from healed. Such an injury would take at least a month to recover, yet only seven days had passed. Xiao Qiao, eyeing him, felt a rivalry so intense it was as if enemies had met.
Yet she was annoyed that he had assumed an additional identity—her brother-in-law!
Fuck!!
She almost couldn't help but curse a hundred thousand fucks!!
"Mu Liang, do you even realize..."
