Zhang Guoqing put down his son, telling him to stand behind and not move, while he took out a dagger, squatted down and inspected it, cutting open the seal.
Behind him, Little Ping'an clenched his fists, stood on tiptoe, craned his neck to watch his actions, and softly said, "Be careful, there could be poison or traps inside!"
If it weren't for the wrong timing, Zhang Guoqing really wanted to ask his son what books he had been reading for the past two years. How did he know all these tricks?
Nevertheless, he did stand up, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, folded it over, wrapped it around his fingers, and cautiously opened the box again.
——He lifted the top children's book, just about to take it out, when suddenly Zhang Guoqing's pupils contracted, and with a "snap" he quickly covered it up again.
Ping'an didn't see what was inside, but he sensitively noticed his dad was very tense just now. He glanced around, then tugged at his dad's sleeve.
