"Are there some disobedient cats?" Jin Yiming muttered as his lips curled into an exaggerated and strange smile.
He took out the scalpel from his white coat and turned around to walk towards the door of the cloakroom.
Jin Yiming leaned against the door and listened to the noises in the living room outside.
He heard footsteps.
It sounded like little leather shoes stepping on the floor.
Jin Yiming was even more excited.
He loved children who threw themselves into his trap the most.
Pressing his hand on the door handle, Jin Yiming slowly twisted the door lock and quietly opened the door to a gap as narrow as a crack.
Just as he was about to see who was outside through the crack in the door, a figure appeared abruptly in front of him.
Jin Yiming was caught off-guard as he met a pair of dark and deep eyes. He was so frightened that he let out a low cry.
Before he could react, he was punched in the stomach.
