"No need, you can't summon my mom!"
In the spacious study, a sudden voice emerged, causing Li Meng to pause in a daze.
Then he returned to normal.
As the head of the Li family, Li Meng had faced countless life-and-death crises; this was nothing.
His pupils barely contracted, and he had already regained his composure.
"Who are you?"
The figure was silhouetted against the light, making it impossible for him to make out her features, but he could tell she was not tall.
His fingers reached for the drawer where a gun was kept.
"Don't bother, you're looking for this, right? Here you go."
A gust of wind swept by.
On the desk in front of Li Meng lay a gun, twisted like a pretzel.
Li Meng's lips twitched; this was quite an effective show of power.
A person walked over and sat boldly on the chair opposite Li Meng.
Li Meng let out a sigh of relief. Earlier, he sensed extreme danger and thought she might be someone formidable.
Turns out, it was a little girl.
