Su Qi kept staring at Mo Xiuhan's face, but on that face covered in scars, it remained unnervingly calm.,He had lost too much, his pupils were already dilating, but he was still trying very hard. His eyes didn't blink, staring deeply, "Qiqiu...are you...crying for me",Ji Yi Hong, alluring and bold, snatched the gun from Ji Ming Hao's hand and walked towards Su Qi, smiling as she pointed the barrel at his forehead. "Want to die with peace of mind"。