Dan Hanjie's face turned pale, and his hand clutching her shoulder trembled at the fingertips.
His mind was filled with the image of Ning Yanan pointing a gun at her, even though he knew that Ning Yanan hadn't disengaged the safety of the gun, he still watched her leave with his eyes wide open.
He didn't dare to gamble on even the slightest risk.
"In your heart, can I never compare to a Ning Yanan?" Dan Hanjie's hand loosened, his arm fell to his side, and his eyes looking at her were filled with boundless disappointment.
"Yaya didn't really want to hurt us, otherwise, having been by our side for so long, I wouldn't be alive now," Qin Youxuan exclaimed loudly, reaching out to grab his arm, but before she could touch Dan Hanjie, she saw him dodge away.
She nervously looked up at him.