Jiang Qi saw her innocently fiddling with it, even pointing the muzzle at her own head, her round eyes staring down the barrel, and his heart jumped to his throat; this little ancestor dared to play with anything.
Yet he didn't dare snatch it away. If there were bullets loaded, accidentally pulling the trigger during the attempt to grab it, she'd be the one most likely to get hurt.
Ruan Yingtong was momentarily stunned before she quickly smoothed things over, "This is a toy gun."
After saying that, she took it from her hand in one smooth motion and discreetly pulled out an identical toy gun from underneath. She pulled the trigger, and flames burst from the muzzle immediately.
"Wow, it really is a toy gun," Jiang Ying exclaimed in surprise, noting the toy gun's extreme realism.
But it made sense, upon reflection – how could there be a real gun in Yingtao's house? A toy gun, on the other hand, seemed plausible.
