The bullet didn't fire, and Jiang Ye was already sweating from fear.
Jiang Yan feigned disappointment as she glanced at the handgun, took out a few scattered bullets from her pocket, and loaded them one by one, "Remember what you said today, next time you won't be so lucky."
Whether the handgun had bullets or not, she could tell by the weight – it's not that she didn't know.
The fake shot just now was also a lesson for him.
Now, loading the bullets in front of him was another lesson.
"I swear." Jiang Ye looked at her, his eyes full of terror.
Any peculiar thoughts he had about her in his heart were instantly gone.
"Jiang Yan, are you alright?" Ye Qing approached.
"I'm fine." Jiang Yan glanced at him, "Just in time, I need to talk to you."
"Okay." Ye Qing nodded, warily glanced at Jiang Ye, and then followed her to a quiet corner.
