Even with a vague guess, Wen Yi still felt every nerve in her body jolt, her complexion deadpan, disbelieving, "He... himself?"
Shen Yu nodded, "He ordered the bodyguard to do it, but the bodyguard dared not, so he took the gun and shot himself in the chest."
When the man held the gun to himself, his expression was calm and collected, so composed that it was shocking.
At that moment, the bodyguards were petrified.
To get the woman he wanted, if there was no chance, he would create one himself.
No matter the methods, no matter the cost, he was unflinching.
As for Mo Shichen, Shen Yu no longer knew whether to define him as deeply emotional or as cruelly ruthless.
Especially when the target of his ruthlessness was himself, it appeared even more pitiless.
Wen Yi's eyes remained still for a long while, her fingers hanging by her sides as though numb from the trembling.
He himself...
He shot himself, just so that...
