"What are we supposed to do with you? That move you just did, sure, it was cool, it was impressive, but if something had happened, you're just a child, you're only four years old. If anything had happened to you, that would have been the end of you! You do understand that, right?" Ye Fan charged over, grabbed Little Fourth's shoulders, and shook them a few times.
If something really had happened to Little Fourth, what would her father do, and what about her mother?
Would they live the rest of their lives in pain and guilt?
He was absolutely furious.
Really, every time he thought about what had just happened, he was filled with immense fear.
What if the fireworks had gone off prematurely, or what if they hadn't gone off and Little Fourth had gone to check, and then they exploded? Or if Little Fourth had sprained her ankle and hadn't run away in time, what then!
All those scenarios were so dangerous!
Ye Fan couldn't bear to even think about them.
