She looked at her son in disbelief, suddenly reaching out to pinch his face. "Oh my God, are you still my son who could kick away even a cute little rabbit?"
Mrs. Herd knew her son very well. Rebellious, immature, inherently defiant, young but extremely proud, he looked down on everyone — not a cute child at all.
Moreover, his nature was cold, indifferent, and extremely lacking in empathy.
She had tried to get her son to like soft and cute things, buying him dolls that he cut to pieces with scissors, and buying him little rabbits that he kicked away.
Now he could actually rescue a little girl who had been abducted, which was simply unbelievable.
The young man looked disdainful, swatting away Mrs. Herd's hand: "I didn't save her for free."
