Tang Zhimo knew Madam Xi had hired a hitman when he overheard Xi Ji's phone call last time.
This man was probably the one.
Things that were happening at this moment was too much a burden to the little boy's young mind.
He knew it was difficult for a little boy like him to have an immaculate pretense in front of a professional hitman.
His mother told him that it was not easy for a person to pretend to be calm and hide their emotions. Quite the contrary, sometimes lashing out in rage when in danger could be an even better disguise.
"I told you not to follow me all the time but you never listen. You're always trailing behind me like an annoying shadow. Do you know how troubling it is to always take care of you? And now you're complaining I'm not doing good enough, that I'm hurting you. Then go on by yourself, I'll not look after you anymore," Zhimo suddenly snapped at Zhixi. The fear and anxiousness in his heart seemed to have dissipated a little.
