Cheng Fei'er almost cursed. This guy was really crazy. How could he believe in fortune-telling?
She immediately rushed forward to snatch the pistol.
But Ye Feng had already picked up the gun and pressed it against his temple.
Cheng Fei'er was so frightened that she did not dare to move anymore. "Ye Feng, you… don't be reckless, we... let's go back to Yang Cheng…"
She had no feelings for Ye Feng before, she even hated him a little. If it wasn't for the mission, she wouldn't have gone with him.
However, at this moment, this man might be about to die, but she had a heart-wrenching feeling, as if she was about to lose something important.
Only then did she realize that she had unknowingly become dependent on him.
But Ye Feng was still unmoved, he pulled the trigger.
Pa da!
The third shot missed again.
Cheng Fei'er's body trembled as he pulled the trigger.