Lu Xingzhi smiled.
"Which reminds me, Xuyao carries a gun wherever he goes? It seems like one with a silencer too! He has such good aim, shooting the tires of a moving van!"
If she did not see it today with her own eyes, she would not have thought that the cheerful Chen Xuyao had such a terrifying side to him.
When he opened fire, there was no hesitation, no concern if lives were at stake.
In his eyes, Jiang Yao did not see any compassion.
"He was kidnapped when he was still a boy." A brief pause later, Lu Xingzhi added, "They were not like the ones you saw today; those were actual, ruthless criminals. After his rescue, he did not leave his house for a whole two years. He would either daydream incessantly or throw a hysterical temper. Fortunately, with the intervention of a therapist, things became better. Since then, he's always carried a gun with him."
"Xuyao…"