Tingting didn't move, "Will you hit me?"
Uncle Qing smiled "gently," "Not for now."
The words "for now" made Tingting even more reluctant to go over, "Then I'll just stay here, it's fine."
Uncle Qing's smile stretched wider, even the corners of his eyes softened, "Be good, it's dangerous over there, come to Second Brother."
Tingting felt a chill run through her.
No ghost story was as terrifying as her second brother's smile at her.
She hesitated and hesitated, weighing between getting hit and getting hit lightly, then bit her lip and slowly moved over.
Just two steps away, Uncle Qing pulled her over by her hand.
Sure enough, the smile disappeared, and the gaze was no longer gentle. Tingting recklessly looked up, nearly jumping in place from the cold, icy look in the man's eyes.
He just held her wrist, not letting go, glaring coldly at that young man.
He asked, "Did you just want to hit her?"
