Deep and profound eyes, slightly narrowed, a hint of ruthless light emerging faintly.
His hand slowly reached into his overcoat pocket, where there was a silver pocket pistol, his means of self-defense.
Being from a political family, Ji Nanfeng had been cautious since childhood.
He held the pistol in his palm and slowly stepped into the room.
His steps were as light as a cat's, his expression filled with wariness.
He Shiwen walked out of his bedroom, softly calling out, "Nanfeng!"
The gun in Ji Nanfeng's hand tightened slightly.
He Shiwen had already turned on the light.
Ji Nanfeng looked at her grimly, feeling a sudden impulse to kill her in that moment.
"Nanfeng?..." He Shiwen could sense the gloominess on Ji Nanfeng's face, and she was quite frightened.
When she saw the gun in his hand, she was even more terrified, her face turning pale, "I... I..."
"Why are you in my room?" Ji Nanfeng asked coldly, his tone filled with chilliness and annoyance.
