Li Nian didn't speak, but his eyes slowly returned to An He's body again.
A sense of oppression swept through Anhe's body in an instant.
Invisible pressure, like a net, enveloped him instantly.
He has nowhere to escape.
Unable to resist.
Li Nian is really that powerful.
One look can make a person irresistible.
An He was too frightened to move.
But Li Nian, at this time, returned to his usual casual attitude, and asked Wen Jiaren indifferently: "What do you think we should do?"
Wen Jiaren was stunned for a moment, then she shook her head.
But An Ding on the other end immediately seemed to have seen some life-saving straw. He hurriedly walked to Wen Jiaren and begged in a low voice: "Don't be the same as him. You can say good things to Master Nian. You...
…”
Li Nian frowned, his eyes unhappy: "I'm asking you something!"
Wen Jiaren immediately raised her head and said, "Forget it..."
Li Nian narrowed his eyes and spoke calmly, but with a turbulent tone that could not be ignored: "Forget it?"
"If he hits you, you'll let it go?"
Wen Jiaren was silent.
"You tell me what you want to do in your heart, and it will make you feel more comfortable..."
Wen Jiaren remained silent.
"Wen Jiaren, I'm asking you something..."
Li Nian's voice was very calm. However, such calmness made Wen Jiaren frightened and said uncontrollably.
"It's okay, it's really okay, just forget it... I don't feel uncomfortable at all..."
"………Yeah?"
Li Nian asked back, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, the right arc, like a smile, but also like a charm.
The next second, his eyes became a little sharp, he took out a delicate pistol from his pocket, raised his hand, and threw it heavily on the ground.
The gun is in contact with the ground.
Make a heavy sound.
Like echoes from hell.
"Miss Wen, please, please advise Young Master Nian, he really didn't mean it, don't kill him, don't kill him..." An Ding knelt on the ground in panic, tugging at the shaky Wen Jiaren's clothes.