Charles Amos was just a child, after all; several adults were already frightened, let alone a nine-year-old child like him.
Daisy Zane glanced down at him for a while and said, "It's not okay."
"What if it is?"
"There is no what if."
"How do you know there's no what if?" Charles countered.
"I know because I put the bullet in," Daisy replied softly.
"You... you're being unreasonable," said Charles.
"And you're making a fuss for no reason."
The other men: "......"
Charles was speechless. He just wanted to get angry and make a fuss so that she would learn not to take her own life for granted.
"Let go," Daisy's voice became colder, "Don't keep going on and on."
Charles's chubby cheeks puffed up more, and he glared at her, holding onto her leg with both hands.
"Let go."
"I won't, you apologize and promise not to do that anymore."
"Do you want me to beat you again?"
Charles stared at her but didn't say anything.
