"Tsk, it's all blood scent."
When Lu Ping'an returned, it was already the latter half of midnight.
He had barely approached when he caught the pungent smell of blood.
He furrowed his brows and quickened his pace....
"Damn it....."
He hadn't expected that while he'd been wandering alone on the deck, drawing trouble to himself, someone would go after this little girl.
But when he really opened the door and saw that the little girl was still silently playing her game, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief..... He ignored the chunks of flesh and blood on the floor and rushed over to her.
"...You're not hurt, are you?" There was an unusual tension in Lu Ping'an's voice.
"No."
The little girl shook her head and looked up at Lu Ping'an... with longing eyes at his right hand.
"Don't worry, I didn't forget your cake."
Lu Ping'an stuffed the bag of sweets into her hands, watching her stuff her cheeks like a chipmunk, and he smiled.
