Even if there were bullets that pierced him, there would still be a chance to save him.
Click—
The last shot.
Still no bullets.
Su Ziheng's tense emotions instantly relaxed, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
With trembling hands, he threw the pistol onto the sofa: "So, you were just joking with me?"
"Are you really going to risk your life against President Su? This is just a game. Go take a shower, look at you, you're covered in sweat."
Song Anran turned around with satisfaction and put the gun away.
Su Ziheng didn't ask any further questions.
His shirt was soaked with sweat, and he really needed to take a good shower.
After he finished showering, he came out and stood behind Song Anran wrapped in a men's bathrobe.
Song Anran is packing a box.
"Are you done washing?"
"Um."
"Have a seat. I'll do your makeup."
Song Anran asked him to sit in front of the dressing table, while she walked over carrying her suitcase.
Su Ziheng couldn't figure out what she was planning to do.
Since we're already here, let her have her fun.
What Su Ziheng didn't expect was...
The woman in front of me sings well, paints exceptionally well, and even has the talent of applying paint to faces.
To maintain the mystery, Song Anran had him close his eyes before applying eye makeup to him.
Su Ziheng looked at himself in the mirror again.
Three hours have passed.
She has completely changed into a different person.
He transformed into Shen Jinmo's face.
He covered his face and stood up in disbelief.
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