"Miss Yiren is really well-informed, but on this road, such minor injuries are all in a day's work," Third Young Master Jun casually took over, treating the gunshot wound as if it were a common cold.
Yiren frowned, retreated to her own seat, and observed his complexion. Although he was pale, his spirit seemed extremely good, as if he were an untroubled bystander.
Could Gu Yan's information be wrong? She had hoped that Third Young Master Jun, having lost his arms and severely injured, would be besieged from all sides and cornered, with no choice but to submit.
But looking at the situation now, she really doubted whether his predicament was that dire.
She resumed the idle chat and tested a few phrases, to which Third Young Master Jun responded smoothly, not giving anything away.
