Fu Zining's ears twitched slightly, what's that sound?
The noises came from the two little brats whispering upstairs.
She sneered coldly, thinking they could hide here again? Those workers had long since left, gone home.
Even though it was a bit dark inside, Fu Zining resolutely stepped forward.
Just halfway up the stairs, at the corner, the uneasy faces of the two little kids appeared above.
Pei Dabao squeezed his brother's hand, the latter understood, Xu Jinhang was tense, "Don't come up, or I won't be polite."
He gestured with the small knife in his hand, which had been casually thrown on the bed by Fu Zining earlier, unexpectedly, he'd taken it.
Fu Zining was so angry her chest churned, yet she laughed in her rage, quickening her pace.
"Stop, I order you to stop!" Pei Dabao pretended, holding a handful of sand he grabbed from the ground.
