Uncle Xiao still firmly rejected Xiaoran's suggestion. "No, Xiaoran, this is too dangerous. You've never been in the police force. I'm worried that you won't be able to deal with the danger."
However, Xiaoran convinced him with a powerful reason. "It's because I'm a civilian that I won't attract their attention if I mingle in the crowd."
Uncle Xiao waved his hand. "No, I said no."
Xiaoran suddenly roared with scarlet eyes, "My father is inside, and so is Xiao Ming. Do you know how much they want to go home? If your execution could be stronger, perhaps my father would have gone home long ago. Why? Do you want them to die of old age inside and be terrifying terrorists in the eyes of others until the day they die?"
Uncle Xiao was dumbfounded.
Xiaoran was the victim. He had nothing to say.
Xiaoran also knew that it was difficult to implement this matter. His accusation was biased. He calmed down and said very apologetically, "I'm sorry, I…"
