Upon hearing these words, Zhang Fuguang's gaze remained calm, with a hint of murderous intent that ordinary people couldn't detect.
He patted Zhang Siyao's head and then said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Mr. Changqing is not at home. There's no need to fear, they won't find Mr. Changqing."
"Daddy, I don't want anything to happen to Mr. Changqing," Zhang Siyao said worriedly.
"It's okay."
After speaking, Zhang Fuguang glanced towards the entrance of the alley and saw that the carriage was slowly departing.
Zhang Fuguang's cold gaze followed the carriage as it moved away.
After that, he bought buns and took Zhang Siyao back to the Yan family.
After eating the buns, Zhang Siyao's emotions had somewhat stabilized.
Zhang Fuguang told Zhang Siyao to stay home obediently and do her homework. He secretly took his knife and left the house.
By this time, the sky was gradually darkening.
