She was afriad that the other person will beat him because they think he was noisy?
She didn't even dare to think about what would happen if the little guy's fingers or ears were brought to her eyes.
Little Millet Cake was hurt and tortured. If it was directed at her, the other party might not show any mercy because Little Millet Cake was a child.
She didn't dare to think about the scene of Little Millet Cake being tortured, how he was treated, whether he was okay now, whether he was beaten, whether he was injured, whether he was in severe pain and calling his mother.
She wished she could be by his side and protect him in her arms. No matter what harm happened, he would come towards her and ask her to block it for Little Millet Cake and not hurt him!
"Heh." The other party chuckled, and then they heard him say, "Bring that kid over."
After a while, they heard the other party say: "Your parents want to hear your voice to prove that you are in my hands."
He was obviously not talking to the phone. He may have put the phone in front of the little guy, so the other party's voice was not so clear.
But after waiting for a while, they didn't hear the sound of Little Millet Cake.
"Speak!" At this time, an unclear female voice came from Chu Zhaoyang's phone. Because they were far away, they couldn't tell clearly, and there was a phone between them, so they couldn't tell who it was, but they felt that they were no strangers.
The little guy pursed his lips tightly, his face was sullen, and he just refused to make a sound.
He just heard what the bad guys were discussing. They have guns in their hands, and they were waiting for their parents to come and deal with them. They probably thought he was a kid who didn't understand anything, so they didn't avoid him when they spoke.
Perhaps, they deliberately told him in front of him how they were going to torture his parents.
So, he didn't want his parents to come over because there was danger here.
The little guy was extremely scared now, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to make any sound.
His little face was pale, and he was trembling slightly because of fear, but he tried his best to restrain himself from showing too much fear.
He was a man now. He wanted to protect his mother. He could not after knowing the danger and still ask her to come and get hurt.
He would rather get hurt!
He couldn't let these bad guys see him being afraid, he didn't want them to succeed!
The more scared he was, the happier they were!
He will not make them happy!
But...he was really scared!
He missed his mother, his father, he wanted to go home, he wanted to be with his grandparents, his great-grandfather and his great-grandmother. He wanted to return to his warm home and his mother's arms.
Dad, mom, grandpa.... Little Millet Cake misses you so much!
The little guy was trembling with fear, and his eyes couldn't help but become misty.
However, he kept gritting his teeth and refused to fulfill the wishes of the man and woman in front of him.
If...if mom and dad come, they will get hurt, then he would rather get hurt here alone!
"Speak and let your parents know that you are here. Don't you want your parents to come and save you?" Yan Lui was sitting in a wheelchair, his voice was very soft.
But that face was always full of anger due to years of hatred.
The little guy looked up at the man in the wheelchair. No matter how gentle his voice was, his face was still scary.
The little guy trembled his lips, but thought in his heart, did this bad uncle thought he was stupid?
If he spoke up, he will lead his parents into a trap!
He stubbornly remained silent, turned his head to one side with a puffy face.
"Ha! You and your mother have the same bad temper, so annoying!" Yan Chuwei sneered, pushed away Yan Lui's wheelchair, and walked up to the little guy.
Looking at the little guy's stubborn look, he looked exactly like Gu Nian.
People say that the little guy looked like Chu Zhaoyang, almost carved out of the same mold as him.
Yan Chuwei felt the same way when she saw him.
She couldn't help but felt a little dazed.
But when she thought that this was the child that Gu Nian gave birth to Chu Zhaoyang, Yan Chuwei no longer felt any pity for her.
Especially now, the little guy has this stubborn look on his face. Even if he was in danger, he still tried to hold back and pretended to be strong.
He was just like Gu Nian with a bad temper!
She certainly knew why this boy refused to speak out. He must be afraid that Chu Zhaoyang and Gu Nian would be in danger.
Even this character of sacrificing oneself to protect others had been inherited.
Snort!
Same hypocrisy as Gu Nian!
She didn't expect that this boy could actually understand what they said.
Just because he was young and felt that he seemed to understand everything, Yan Chuwei and Yan Lui did not avoid him. They discussed in front of him how to deal with Chu Zhaoyang and Gu Nian.
Furthermore, she also thought, even if this kid understood it, so what?
Just to let him know how miserable his parents will be!
But now, seeing that the boy really understood, she didn't expect Gu Nian's son to be so smart, Yan Chuwei felt an unspeakable anger in her heart.
"Huh, why, did you understand what we just said?" Yan Chuwei stepped forward, reached out and pinched the little guy's cheeks, and then lifted him up. Even though Yan Chuwei was a woman, she was still invincible because he was small and weak.
Yan Chuwei pinched her cheeks and lifted him up, and soon only his toes could touch the ground. The little guy's face hurt so much that both face were blushing from her pinch.
Especially because Yan Chuwei still had her fingernails, which were embedded in the little guy's flesh, and blood oozed out.
The little guy wanted to cry in pain, and the tears flowed out uncontrollably. But he still didn't say a word. He waved his hands to hit Yan Chuwei without making a sound.