The thief uncle laughed heartily, "Who dares to act so high and mighty here? Turns out it's just a snot-nosed little brat."
"I don't want anything else, just money. If you don't want this woman to die, hand over everything valuable in the house!"
Xu Haohao's body stiffened, constantly glancing at Xuan Ting, who was sitting on the second-floor railing, signaling him to give money!
No matter how much money, you need a life to spend it. Life is the most important.
Maybe it was because the night was too dark, he couldn't see her signals at all, and Xuan Ting didn't respond at all.
The uncle suddenly tightened his grip on Xu Haohao's neck, causing her face to turn red and making it hard for her to breathe, her hands and feet instinctively flailing.
"Mmm mmm mmm—help—"
Xuan Ting raised an eyebrow and suddenly, in front of everyone, leaped down the stairs from the second floor. His tall figure turned sharply in the dark, almost like transforming into a beam of light.
