"Alright, alright, no more crying. I'll take you to KFC this afternoon," the kid's mom said.
The little brat who had been sulking stopped crying and making a fuss as soon as he heard this, and the commotion quickly ended. Xu Qingfan also successfully evaded everyone's suspicion.
After all, he was clever. When he had fired the gun, Xu Qingfan had also thrown a small stone to divert attention, and it had actually worked.
After uncomfortably exchanging pleasantries with a group of relatives who were only vaguely familiar, Xu Qingfan finally made it through noon.
"I want to go eat at KFC!"
"Leave me alone, go play by yourself. I've drawn a triplet!"
"I want to go eat at KFC, you said you'd take me there at noon!"
"Yao Boliang!"
"I want to go to KFC, KFC!!!" the child roared demonically.
