The Little Demon King hadn't sneaked into the class when Mo Qiansu, who hurried over, called out to him.
"Mommy, I guessed you would be arriving soon, so I came out of the classroom early to wait for you!" The Little Demon King turned around, struck a cool pose, and leaned against one of the stone pillars. He lifted his wide, innocent smile towards Mommy and even ruffled his hair, pretending as if he had been waiting for a long time.
"..." Mo Qiansu shook her head helplessly.
How could she not see that the Little Demon King was lying? She sighed, squatted down, and hurriedly checked for injuries on his body.
"Mommy, I'm not hurt!" The Little Demon King shrank his neck, dodging the inspection.
"Still saying you're not hurt, then what's this?!" Mo Qiansu, with sharp eyes, spotted the white gauze wrapped around the tender neck inside his collar.
The Little Demon King wanted to act as if nothing was wrong, not to worry Mommy.
