Faced with the little boy's unrestrained questions,
Gong Jue frowned. "…Are you having a fever? Who would punish a three-year-old child with the family law out of nowhere? Who can you kill as a little boy? Don't let your thoughts run wild!"
Gong Jue didn't understand the meaning behind the boy's question at all.
The boy did not dare to ask too much about it, in case his father discovered what he had done. But that would be terrible…
But his small heart always felt inexplicably uneasy.
He would never admit that he was worried about Gu Qiqi!
That vixen didn't return home with his father. Had she already been arrested by his grandfather's men? His grandfather was so angry just now. Would he kill her?
The more he thought about it, the more serious he felt!
He bit his lips and said, "Daddy, I'm tired. I want to sleep for a while."
Actually, his stomach was hurting!
