The fearless attitude of Qin Rui Li made Qin Mobai fume instantly; his gun was no longer pointed at Xi Changqing but turned directly towards the center of Qin Rui Li's forehead.
He quickly released the safety; a gentle pull of the trigger would render Qin Rui Li incapable of ever laughing again.
"There are plenty of ways to make you pay without sending you to the police station!"
From Qin Mobai's voice, Lou Xi discerned a barely contained anger; he was pointing a gun at his own family! If his family hadn't pushed him to the point where he had no choice but to retaliate, how could he possibly aim a gun at Qin Rui Li?
Lou Xi was genuinely worried that Qin Mobai might accidentally fire the gun and end Qin Rui Li's life.
The atmosphere in the bedroom was explosive; it was close to ignition.
When Qin Ruiqian was called by Lou Nan to come over, he saw the scene in the room—his son was pointing a gun at his sister's head, his brother-in-law lying on the carpet, his condition unknown.
