The faint voice, quivering slightly like a mosquito's, caught Wen Zao as he lowered his gaze; the little one was looking at him with uneasy and panicked eyes, misty like water, resembling a scared little rabbit.
It made Wen Zao's heart ache, and his tone softened along with his breath, "Good baby, don't be afraid—it's not scary."
Then, he turned to Jerry, his voice containing a hint of condescension, "My baby has spoken, to spare killing you, an animal, and damaging the Young Master's gun. I don't want to frighten my baby, so today there will be no killing. Scram!"
Jerry's expression had clearly been startled when Wen Zao drew out his little silver gun, and he was overawed by his intimidating aura, hence he was somewhat dumbfounded.
But now, hearing Wen Zao's juvenile voice, Jerry felt even more useless, wondering how he could be so easily frightened by a child.
So what if he has a gun? It might just be a toy gun to fool kids, and it's even silver, how flashy~
