"Uncle, are we going to take a plane?" Mingyu noticed the car slowing down and realized they were listening to him, so he continued with his sweet voice, "You are rushing with me so much that you didn't bring any documents. Can you still buy me a plane ticket?"
He did not want to be taken to the airport, where, despite there being many security checks where he could call for help, he knew that if he did, he'd likely meet King Yama before they did.
Right now, his focus was to stay alive and wait for his parents to save him. Of course, it would be even better if he could escape the predicament himself.
The man who was holding a dagger to Mingyu's waist hissed coldly, "Shut up."
Mingyu turned and smiled sweetly at him; his handsome features and charming smile made him look even more adorable. His childish, soothing voice continued, "Uncle, mouths are made for eating and talking. If you won't feed me, at least let me talk. Otherwise, this mouth I have is just a waste."
