The girl's voice was cold and icy, and her gaze was very sharp, looking at Su Haoran as if she was looking at a lifeless dead person.

This time even Qian Wuyou was helpless, he sighed and whispered, "Hao Ran ah, you're just like your old man, you're a matter of fact, your trouble is coming."

Su Haoran did not take it seriously at all, and shrugged his shoulders and said, "People who use guns have different habits, and things like schooling guns should be done by people who use ...