Yan Wangchuan shouted sternly and pulled the thing out of his little hand. It was actually a carving knife. Although there was a cover on the blade, if it was accidentally rubbed off, the knife was so sharp that it could even cut to the bone.
Little Mr. Yan looked at his father in a daze. He pouted and opened his small hands toward Qiao Aiyun.
"Don't act cute, and don't reach out your hands. Sit properly!" Yan Wangchuan's heart tightened. This child's skin was tender. If he really touched the knife, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Who let you rummage through your sister's things? Is this yours? Can you touch it casually?
"You can't take someone else's things no matter how much you like them, understand?"
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Little Mr. Yan didn't understand much. He only felt that his father's voice was very loud. He was very afraid. He pursed his lips and was about to throw away the Ultraman when he was frightened by Yan Wangchuan's gaze.
