Su Qi kept staring at Mo Xiuhan's face, but on that face covered in scars, it remained unnervingly calm.,Only to see Mo Xiuhan still staring deeply, that slender hand immersed in it, slowly moving towards the fingertips.,Only at the doorway, stood a handsomely dressed man with one hand holding a silver-gray pistol. He looked over, offering a slight smile that was chillingly serene.。