Chapter 564 The Devil's Possessiveness
- Vania propped up her gun, looking like she was training her aim as she muttered under her breath, "Oh, man. My aim's still off."
- Hearing those words, Yvonne could have combusted on the spot. If your aim's still off then how did you hit the last seven ten-rings?
- Turning around, Vania called out girlishly to Hanson, "Darling, you have to help me work on this."