Crying While Clinging to Thighs
Ding dong ... The doorbell rang.
Both of them were startled at the same time.
Qin Yuan grabbed Shen Yunchu's arm, her eyes teary and full of grievances. "Do you think I have any chance of survival in Gu Jinwei's hands?"
Shen Yunchu placed both hands on her shoulders, his gaze serious and meticulous. "Almost zero."
Qin Yuan, already fair-skinned, turned even paler after this scare, almost blending with the wall.
Ding dong... The doorbell continued to ring. Shen Yunchu took a deep breath. "What's meant to happen will happen."
Qin Yuan held onto her. "Although jumping from the twelfth floor might result in death, there's still a slim chance of survival. But facing Gu Jinwei, even that slim chance doesn't exist."
Shen Yunchu found her words somewhat reasonable. The two stood by the window, overlooking the bustling street below.