Wang Yunxiao and Ito Hidemi quietly looked at each other and simultaneously began to relax the force on their hands.
Because the muzzle of the gun in Ito Hidemi's hand was less than fifty centimeters from that child.
Wang Yunxiao wasn't sure whether this Fusang person would take the child as a hostage, but he was certain that if he continued to fight over it, the gun could easily discharge.
The damn kid wasn't even scared, dumbly squatting on the ground, glancing at Wang Yunxiao, then at Ito Hidemi, biting his finger, his eyes full of great confusion.
Wang Yunxiao pursed his lips, "Go play over there!"
Unexpectedly, the brat shook his head and said, "This is my home!"
"Go find your parents!"
"My mom won't let me sleep with her."
Wang Yunxiao recalled the scene he saw when he had burst into the yard. That woman was clearly awake, but hadn't come over even now. Had she forgotten she still had a child in this house?
