Yao Ye just worriedly walked over to Little One, while Luo Dawei only brought men; the only two women were Lun Xiaoman and Shen Jiayin.
In the night, a pair of dark, shiny eyes lifted to meet his, as clear as the stars.
The child's eyes were truly beautiful.
Yao Ye squatted down slightly and asked, "Are you hungry?"
"Not hungry."
When not stuttering, the child, as Jun Ye evaluated, was like a hedgehog with its quills raised all over. At this moment, Shen Jiayin was just a team member, a team member fully on standby, executing a mission.
When seeing someone approaching, her right hand would swiftly move to the weapon at her waist.
He almost forgot that they were all carrying loaded firearms this time.
"Let me see your gun," he said.
She hesitated slightly, then promptly drew the pistol from its holster, her movements crisp and efficient.
