He lay on the ground, struggling desperately. "What are you doing? Let me go! Let me go!"
Jian Shichu walked past him, only casting a cold glance his way. Without stopping, he took a few more steps forward, finally halting before the boy.
Jian Shichu studied the child for a moment. The boy's crimson lips, pearly teeth, and delicate features sculpted like fine jade made him extraordinarily pretty. Recently, it seemed that fate kept intertwining Jian Shichu's path with children, especially strikingly beautiful ones.
And, curiously, they were always boys.
Holding Ye Qingci's hand with one of his own while the other rested casually in his pocket, he said indifferently, "Return my wife's belongings."
The boy looked at the man who had been apprehended, then back at Jian Shichu. Lowering his voice, he said, "Sir, I beg you, can we talk somewhere else?"
Ye Qingci caught the pleading undertone in the boy's voice and was momentarily stunned. She instinctively glanced to the side.
