While drinking and drinking, Su Wantang wore a white dress, which stung the ghosts in everyone's hearts like a ray of white moonlight. His wrists tightened suddenly, and Huo Sihan's iron-like fingers almost crushed her wrist bones. His voice was low and dangerous: "Who asked you to dress like this?"
She endured the pain, raised a pair of eyes disguised with timidity, and said softly in a sister's tone: "Sihan, it's me... I'm back."
At that moment, his eyes were filled with shock, ecstasy, pain, and a depth that she couldn't understand. This man who had made great changes in Hong Kong City was so fragile at this moment.
The salty sea breeze carried the smell of blood and whimpered in the empty shipyard. The second uncle had a ferocious look on his face, pressed his gun against Su Wantang's temple, and shouted at Huo Sihan: "Back off! Transfer all your shares to me, or I will send her to see Su Tingxue now!"
Huo Sihan looked lonely and slowly put down the file box in his hand, but his voice was terrifyingly calm: "Here's what you want, let him go."
"Sihan, leave me alone! They killed my sister!" Su Wantang shouted with all his strength.
"Shut up!" The second uncle's gun moved closer an inch. Just when he was distracted, Huo Sihan moved. At the same time, a bullet fired from a distance accurately penetrated the second uncle's wrist holding the gun.
