the man didn't know whether to laugh or cry. if the police arrested him, they would naturally be able to follow the clues and find where he was staying. he was really a child who didn't know any common sense.
"that ..."
"what are you doing now!"
why was this kid such a chatterbox? usually, at this time, shouldn't children cry or be terrified?
"can you not turn off the tv? i'm scared!"
"alright, that's enough!"
the man sealed his mouth and locked the window. little yan clearly saw that he had a dagger on him. when he went out, he deliberately locked the door from the outside.
he looked at the tv, not in a hurry at all.
**
at this time, the man was already like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow. he went downstairs and drove the car. in just a few steps, his back was already drenched in cold sweat. whoever he met on the road would turn pale with fear. after he sat in the car, he looked left and right, his palms sweating.
