Closer.
A little closer.
Lin Xi was holding the food and did not feel that anything was out of place. Her high heels stepped on the ground, producing clicking sounds.
When Lin Xi saw Jing Hao's expression, she thought that he had gone crazy because he kept staring at her, so she quickened her pace.
"Three, two…" Jing Hao counted down in his heart. "One!"
"Ah!"
A scream sounded. With a plop, Lin Xi's entire body fell forward to the ground, falling face first. The food was thrown a distance.
Lin Xi immediately guessed that Jing Hao did this. She raised her head slightly and glared at Jing Hao angrily. "Kid, are you tired of living?"
Jing Hao casually spread out his hands, indicating that he didn't take Lin Xi's words to heart at all.
He was only four years old. How could he be tired of living?
Why did all the bad guys like to say that?
