Wen Qingyu also thought of her family situation, and the look in his eyes immediately became much softer, filled with pity, and sentiments that were about to burst forth.
"If you're willing, we—"
"Bang—"
His words were interrupted by a sudden sound from outside.
"Gunshots!!"
Su Zhiruan couldn't even bother with eating anymore; she immediately stood up, her gaze sharp and piercing.
Wen Qingyu might not have heard them, but she had.
That sound was definitely a gunshot.
Being able to use such firearms now, one could imagine, the other party was no simple foe.
They couldn't exit through the hole they had dug, so Su Zhiruan quickly went up to the third floor.
Seeing her expression so serious, Wen Qingyu also rushed to the third floor, taking three steps at a time.
By now, the windows on the third floor had all been sealed, with heavy snow making it impossible to see outside.
