Hearing Leng Youchen's promise, the little mischievous demon finally let go of Leng Youchen, with not a single tear in her eyes, and smiled sweetly at him, "Uncle, I knew you love my mommy the most, you wouldn't have the heart to hit her."
Leng Youchen put him back on the ground, "Go play."
Wei Chenchen joyfully ran off to step on rose petals.
Leng Youchen looked at the ground covered with rose petals, resignedly picked up a rose and began to strip the petals off, when suddenly a sharp pain shot through his finger. He looked down to find a bead of blood had appeared on his finger. He stared at that bead of blood in a daze, suddenly feeling a bad premonition.
But he couldn't quite say what this premonition was due to.
Wei Anning initially wanted to explain a bit, but the phone call was cut off. She stared at the darkened phone screen, thought for a moment, and sent a voice message to Leng Youchen.
