The little boy laughed and shook his head, "No, it was so much fun."
Evelyn Crawford patted the boy's head, "You little rascal, even saying it was fun, don't you know how dangerous it was?"
"My son!" A woman ran over, tears streaming down her face, hugging the little boy into her arms, nodding repeatedly at Evelyn Crawford, "Thank you, miss, thank you for saving my son."
Evelyn Crawford was taken aback and gave an embarrassed smile.
She had actually saved someone just now, hadn't she?
In the past, she only committed murder, and those people hated her to the bone.
Just now, for some reason, when she saw the boy in danger, she rushed out without thinking.
Unexpectedly, saving someone and being thanked for it felt quite good.
"Keep an eye on this idiot!" A man came over, fuming with anger, snatching the little boy from the woman's arms, "Such a nuisance, just send him to live in the hospital already!"
