Zhu Yanqiu felt like he couldn’t move his hands anymore. He was sure that Zhu Suniang must have done something to him while he was injured. If she didn’t, why would his hand be so stiff and tremble so much?

  “Zhu Suniang, you must take responsibility!” Zhu Yanqiu grabbed Ning Shu’s arm tightly, refusing to let her go.

  Ning Shu was puzzled and also irritated. “What do you think is wrong with your hand?

  “Isn’t your hand perfectly fine? Or is it a ghost that’s grabbing my arm right now? It’s not like it’s broken or crippled, so what’s with you? ” Ning Shu peeled off Zhu Yanqiu’s hand and headed back to work.

  “I can’t fire guns anymore,” shouted Zhu Yanqiu towards Ning Shu. He lifted his hand. “You definitely did something to me!”


  Ning Shu looked at him like he was a nutjob. “Zhu Yanqiu, are you ok? Your hands are perfectly fine, but you insist on saying that there’s something wrong with them. It’s not your hands that have a problem, it’s clearly your brain.”


  Zhu Yanqiu’s expression was very defeated as he lay there on the wooden board. “I can’t think of anyone else who’d make me like this except for you.”


  “You’re the one that has gun anxiety, but you’re blaming it on me? Can you possibly be any more cowardly, Zhu Yanqiu?” Ning Shu’s expression was filled with contempt. “It’s enough that you can’t support the family, but now you’re even blaming such a thing on me? Does this make you look any more capable?”


  He was blaming her for everything. There was no way she would take the blame for this openly.

  “Shut up, Zhu Suniang! Shut up!” shouted Zhu Yanqiu, his expression sinister. He was worried Ning Shu would reveal their relationship. Everyone here already knew that he and Fang Feifei were a couple, that they were college lovers. If they found out about his relationship with Zhu Suniang, how was he supposed to continue staying here? Zhu Yanqiu hated getting involved with Zhu Suniang the most.

  Ning Shu: Son of a bitch!

  At this time, Fang Feifei walked in hurriedly to ask Zhu Yanqiu, “Yanqiu, are you alright?”


  Zhu Yanqiu was very dispirited. He said to Fang Feifei, “Feifei, I can’t shoot anymore. My hand can’t shoot!”


  Fang Feifei covered her mouth in shock, then hastily asked, “What happened? What’s wrong with your hand? Why can’t you shoot?”


  “What exactly happened? Why won’t you say something?” Fang Feifei was very worried about Zhu Yanqiu. Zhu Yanqiu turned to look towards Ning Shu, but Ning Shu simply spread her hands in a helpless gesture. “It’s no use looking at me. What could I possibly do to you? Fang Feifei was also next to you while you were injured, so what could I do to you? Stop trying to blame it on me, I can’t afford to be responsible.”


  Ning Shu then ignored the two of them and started working on treating the wounded. Xiao Tong helped out as she asked, “Master, are you ok?”


  Ning Shu turned to find that Xiao Tong was looking at her worriedly, so she shook her head and said, “I’m fine, there’s no point paying attention to those kinds of people.”


  Zhu Yanqiu didn’t necessarily know that it was her doing. He was simply depressed and wanted to vent his anger on someone, and she just happened to be that someone.

  Ning Shu inwardly laughed.

  Compared with the busy Ning Shu, Zhu Yanqiu and Fang Feifei were conspicuously more worried. Fang Feifei even went to look for Ning Shu in private and ask if Ning Shu had any way to treat Zhu Yanqiu’s hand.