Fingertips relaxed, the gun slipped from her hand and crashed to the ground.
Li Mochan lowered the gun-holding hand, giving her a glance with a flash of cold light.
Gu Xinuo stepped forward, reached out to pick up the gun to prevent Mo Yu from taking any advantage.
Compared to the arm, the injury in the abdomen was more serious; the blood kept flowing, and Mo Yu's lips were abnormally pale.
She raised her eyes to Ye Yuan, a tragic light flickering in her eyes.
"Ye Yuan, are you really so heartless to take me down? No matter what, I am still Mo Chen's mother. If I die, won't you feel a bit of guilt towards him?"
At this critical moment, she played the card of familial affection again.
However, having completely seen through her true colors, Ye Yuan had made up his mind and no longer had any compassion or sympathy for her.
Ye Jiuliang glanced at Ye Yuan, remaining silent, not intending to intervene.
