The young boy felt a bit confused by what had happened.
Reflexively he held on tightly to the phone in his pocket. "What do you want to do?"
The noon sun was a bit scorching. Quan Jingyi's eyes narrowed slightly. He looked at the young boy with a half-hearted smile. He seemed indifferent and unconcerned when he asked, "Will you or will you not give it to me?"
The little boy stared at Quan Jingyi's demeanor. He didn't want to say anything, but the look on Quan Jingyi's face inadvertently reminded him of Quan Jingyi's brazen demand. His body tensed up. Words of refusal were at the tip of his tongue, but he refrained from saying them out loud.
The young boy squeezed his pocket with the palm of his hand. Turning his head away, he finally took out the phone and stretched out his hand. "Just tell me what you want to do!"
Quan Jingyi gazed at him. "What are you afraid of? I only want to add you on WeChat," he said casually.
