Ye Qingci, who was originally taking care of the two little ones, quickly looked at him, "What's wrong, Ah Ling?"
"Mom, there's a strange person over there..." Xiao Ahling pointed through the window at the person across the street.
Ye Qingci followed his finger to look, "What's strange about him?"
"He doesn't know what he used, but he cut his own hand," said Xiao Ahling, "then he smeared blood on the face of the child who was with him."
Xiao Ah Wan and Xiao Ah Ye, hearing their brother's words, immediately got up with interest, wanting to crowd around the glass to look, but Ye Qingci stopped them.
"Ah Ye, Ah Wan, you're not allowed to look," Ye Qingci said, "Sit down and eat nicely, or else mommy will take it away."
The two little ones weighed it up and decided that delicious food was more important to them, so they sat back in their seats.
Xiao Ahling picked up his coat and got up, "Mom, I want to go over and see."
