At these words, Xie Ming'an looked up at the surrounding villagers, who were covered in wounds.
Shen Ningning had aimed the cannon at Dong Aniu.
Dong Aniu's body was long gone, but about five or six of the villagers near him had died.
The rest were injured and crying out in pain.
Xie Ming'an withdrew his gaze, his expression unchanging.
"So what if you used gunpowder to blow up a few scoundrels?"
"If you hadn't been ruthless today, they would have driven you to a dead end sooner or later."
These people knew Shen Ningning cared about Wu Zuchang, so they dug up his grave to threaten her.
Even if they were left alone, they would have probably coerced Grandma Qin and bullied Shen Ningning one day.
Shen Ningning never expected him to answer like this.
She thought he was going to reprimand her again.
Just then, Xie Ming'an asked calmly, "However, that cannon was quite long. I didn't see you carrying it just now. Where did you hide it?"
