As Ou Yanan picked up the book, Lingxin's eyes swiftly turned, all fixed on his hand and expression, a hint of panic flashed across his little face.
Ou Yanan's eyes gently swept across his little face.
Noticing his uncle's gaze, Lingxin swallowed: "It's all my fault, if I hadn't wanted to go to the book signing, Mingli wouldn't have followed me, and Mingli and Sister Nala wouldn't have disappeared."
"Hmm." Ou Yanan said, "The reason you gave sounds right."
"Is that so?" Lingxin sniffed hard.
"But, have you considered, like a person, if they happen to be hit by a car after leaving the house, does that mean they should never go out again?"
Lingxin was stunned for a moment.
