That handsome and devilish face entered her vision.
This was a dangerous man!
In terms of uncertainty, this man was probably the best example.
No one knew what kind of emotions this smiling man would have in the next second.
For example, now. He looked at her and smiled innocently.
"Xingxing, it's fine if you don't go home, but you didn't even greet me. Isn't that too much?"
Shen Fanxing pursed her lips. This didn't seem right.
"I…"
However, just as she finished speaking, the man's face darkened and his eyes turned cold. His words seemed to be forced out through gritted teeth.
"If you dare to tell her that you've forgotten about me…"
He paused and a sharp and cruel smile appeared on his face.
At a speed almost invisible to the naked eye, he took out a pitch-black pistol.
The gun was aimed at Shen Fanxing's forehead.