Qin Ranfeng had arrived long before, witnessing the entire affair from beginning to end. A ghost of a smile touched his lips. "Oh," he drawled. "Well, you can rest easy. It can't bite you anymore." The color drained from Xu Xingxing's face. Right. Guaiguai couldn't bite her anymore—because Qin Ranfeng had shot him. Shot him dead. Her Guaiguai… the beloved pet she’d raised for three years, was dead