Taking advantage of Yan Ting and Qiao Yuxian talking, Yan Jiu slowly retreated step by step.
"From the moment I was born, how I live wasn't something I could decide," Yan Ting's voice was light and slow, making people feel hopeless and sad, "Sister, I'm sorry."
Qiao Yuxian looked at him, her eyes turning red, tears gradually welling up.
Yan Jiu inched towards the table behind him.
Yan Ting looked at Qiao Yuxian's moist eyes: "I never agreed to poison Grandpa, but they threatened me with you. They threatened me with your antidote. I had to..."
"Yan Jiu, if you move again, I'll shoot him." Qiao Yuxian suddenly raised her hand and pointed the gun at Yan Ting, interrupting his words.
Faced with the dark barrel of the gun, Yan Jiu's movement suddenly halted, not daring to move an inch.
Yan Ting was interrupted, looked at her pointing the gun at him, and his face instantly turned dark and terrifying: "Qiao Yuxian!"
