"Why are you dying?" the burly man said, "You said you had angina and need to drink Mao ginger tea. We didn't even know what that was, and had to run around to several medicine shops before we could find it and boil it for you to drink. You won't die of angina."
"Oh…" Little Cutie Pie wiped his tears carefully, expression sincere and clear, looking completely innocent and pitiful. "I really won't die?"
"You won't."
"You scared me!" Little Cutie Pie pulled out a tissue slowly, gently dabbing at his tears.
The burly man was at a loss. This child was well behaved, but he had many problems and behaved just like a baby. The Boss had instructed them to just lock him up, but not to abuse him. They were only looking for money, naturally, they didn't want to abuse the child for no reason. However, no one expected the child to be so picky. He was mostly quiet and didn't cause any trouble, but extremely difficult to please.
