Mo Yan thought it was just a minor episode, but no sooner had she walked a short distance than a little shadow began to follow her. She stood still, looking helplessly at the child not far away, waving him over.
The child trotted over with a bounce in his step, his bright, shining eyes looking utterly innocent.
Given the hefty kick he had delivered, causing the middle-aged man such pain, Mo Yan couldn't believe he was as harmless as he appeared, "Tell me, what do you want by following me?"
Upon hearing this, the child suddenly became coy, "I, I came to thank you!"
Mo Yan gazed at him with amusement, "No need for thanks, just don't steal anything in the future. Otherwise, if you get caught next time and someone less kind breaks your limbs, it won't be good for you."
