Fen Linxing strolled out slowly, clutching his iPad.
The little guy had cold eyes that were almost identical to Feng Fuce's, with a sharp insight into people's hearts.
"Is it you?" Fan Qingbo sighed in relief.
She was a bit annoyed: "Little friend, staying up late and wandering around instead of resting with your parents, if you get lost, you'll be seen as a naughty kid!"
Fan Qingbo said and stood up, patting her clothes.
Fen Linxing looked at her, his slender phoenix eyes hinting at a cold smile.
"Naughty kid? I don't know what that means, but I do know that smoking and littering cigarette butts in the forest can cause fires. I've heard you can call the police for anything. I wonder if reporting this is useful?"
His crisp, youthful voice was full of calm and steady.
Fan Qingbo's expression froze as she looked at Fen Linxing, realizing he wasn't joking.
