Tao Ying pulled a napkin, wiped her hands clean, wiped a small pile of cream from the cake, and gently wiped it on Liu Yi's forehead. "He has a wound on his forehead," she was ecstatic when she looked at Yali, "I felt so cool when I saw it. Do you remember the first time the four of us met? That time I kept asking everyone to stay WeChat." "Just a wound?" "Let's put it this way, I sent WeChat to ask him the same day," Tao Ying leaned on Yali, "Is the wound in that place caused by a bad person? What caused it? The wound was on the forehead. The police uncle must be very dangerous at work. I didn’t expect that he told me that he was shot with a gun. When my companion found him, the bullet was still in his head. I knew it was dangerous, but I didn’t expect it to be dangerous. I thought he

