Lu Mian, still in shock, slowly retracted the steel wire. With a swift "whoosh," it slid through the mechanism and returned beneath the dial of the electronic watch on her wrist.
Xiao Qimo's expression grew darker and more inscrutable.
So that electronic watch... it actually was *that* one from the IEG exhibition wall!
Lu Mian glanced down at the item around her waist, flicked her cold eyelids indifferently, then looked up at him, seemingly hinting at something.
Xiao Qimo, realizing belatedly, quickly retrieved the damned gun, treating it like some burning hot potato, and hurled it aside forcefully.
Audience below: ???
The man opened his mouth, countless words stuck in his throat, unsure of where to even begin.
He might as well die right now.
Lu Mian looked at him, then glanced at Yun Zhijuan, who was hiding in the corner, and let out a low, cold laugh before turning to leave.
She's angry!
This was Xiao Qimo's first instinct—Lu Mian was absolutely angry at him!
