Bo Siyan's movements were swift and precise, and Ning Xia had no time to react before her arms were empty.
When she came to her senses, she saw the man holding Little Crybaby with one hand, as if carrying a sack, his little body swaying back and forth, and in danger of falling at any moment.
Ning Xia was alarmed and called out his name, "Bo Siyan, let go of Lele!"
Bo Siyan paid no attention to her and strode into the house, vanishing behind the door with Little Crybaby.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk...." The deputy officer walked up next to Ning Xia, his face full of worry, and he said with a suggestive tone, "The colonel has been in a bad mood recently, and the little master unfortunately ran into the line of fire. Who knows what the colonel will do? Miss Ning, you know that when the colonel gets twisted, those methods of his...."
The deputy officer, speaking halfway, couldn't help but shiver, "The little master's frail body probably can't last a minute!"
