"Why are they all so depressed?"

The visitors were Rong Yu and Zhuo Qun.

No one answered.

Rong Yu casually sat down, glanced at the empty space outside the glass door, then turned and spoke:

"I bumped into Yan Zhou when I came in. The kid was in a hurry and said he was going to find a doctor."

"What's wrong, Ah Min? Has your illness flared up again?"

Zhuo Qun was taken aback by these words, his brows furrowed, and his tone carried a hint of concern:

Is it serious?

Jing Min put on his headphones, his face cold and hard, without even glancing at them.

It was as if they hadn't heard the conversation at all.

His gaze was fixed on the target in front of him, as if he were facing some hateful person.

His finger was on the trigger, firing shot after shot with swift, decisive movements, cold as if he were venting some unexpressed emotion.

Zhuo Qun glanced at Jing Min, then at Zhou Chen, who was curled up on the sofa drinking alone, and felt increasingly uneasy.

"What's wrong with you two today?"

“They called us over, but they ignored us.”

Zhuo Qun frowned, his tone revealing a hint of helplessness.

Zhou Chen lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then slowly spoke:

"I'm so bored, I called you guys to come keep me company, I'm so lonely..."

Upon hearing this, Rong Yu was amused.

He looked around and found that the venue had been cleared out; it was indeed eerily quiet.

He couldn't help but joke:

"What happened to all those women around you? Strange, did they all reform?"

Zhou Chen's smile instantly turned cold, and he couldn't be bothered to pay any attention to Rong Yu.

This person really knows how to bring up the most sensitive topics!

Rong Yu seemed to suddenly remember something, her tone carrying a hint of probing and gossip:

"By the way, where's Yunyang? I heard Amin and Yunyang are together. Is that rumor true? Judging from your lifeless look, weren't you secretly in love with Yunyang? What's wrong, heartbroken?"

The words had barely left his mouth when

Zhou Chen, who was on the sofa, suddenly raised his hand, pointed in Jing Min's direction, and smiled meaningfully, as if to say, "See for yourself."

Rong Yu was stunned for a moment.

I subconsciously turned to look at Jing Min.

They met that cold, sharp gaze.

He didn't even have time to react.

With a "click," Jing Min had already taken off his headphones and raised his hand, pointing the black muzzle of the gun directly at him.

Rong Yu jerked back, nearly tumbling off the sofa, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

"Hey! Ah-Min, are you kidding me?!"

Zhuo Qun was quick-witted and nimble-fingered.

She grabbed Rong Yu and pulled him back two steps, while simultaneously offering words of comfort:

"He's just kidding you, don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously!"

As he spoke, he strode forward and snatched the gun from Jing Min's hand.

There was a hint of helplessness in his movements:

"Let's talk this out calmly, don't scare people."

Jing Min calmly released the gun, glanced at Rong Yu, and said in an extremely cold voice:

Watch your words!

Rong Yu looked at Jing Min's expression and felt a pang of anxiety, knowing that this man was not simply joking.

He quickly waved his hand and admitted his mistake:

"It was my fault, I said the wrong thing, I said the wrong thing... I knew it, that rumor must be false."

Jing Min ignored Rong Yu, simply lowering his head to straighten his sleeves, his movements unhurried, his face still bearing that unfathomable indifference.

Zhou Chen, nestled on the sofa, held a wine glass in his hand, squinted at them for a moment, and said in a light tone:

"This is so boring."