"Now, I'll treat 'him' as the next course textbook. Take a good look."
The night grew darker.
In the high-end villa district in Malang City, in No. 52, the brightly lit children's bedroom.
Qin Yu was wearing a black suit. He was in the Godfather mode of Hannick.
His every movement was gentlemanly and knowledgeable. His clear eyes turned to the child beside him.
At this moment, the scene in the room became inexplicably horrifying and strange. The elegant gentleman looked at the young boy as if he was a test subject.
The knowledgeable woman, who had both inner and outer appearances as a professor of psychology, agreed fervently at first. Then, with her rosy cheeks burning, she also turned to look at the boy.
Chen Yu, who was five years old, clenched his small hands tightly and staggered back. He recalled the words and actions of that terrifying woman before Qin Yu appeared.
