Uncle An took out a communication earpiece, covertly handed it to him: "Wear it in your ear, if there's danger, just yell, I'll rush in immediately."
What he worried about was Mo Yangyang's safety, the rest was secondary.
"Don't worry, Uncle An! Although I'm just seven, I've learned Taekwondo and combat techniques!" Mo Yangyang clenched his little fists, grinning innocently.
At that moment, he seemed just like an innocent child.
But how could a child from the Mo Family, mature beyond their years, truly be so innocent?
Mo Yangyang had been through so much, and early on, owing to his father's illness, he became increasingly cold and mature inside.
He was already far from that timid and naive age.
He only knew that to protect himself and his loved ones, he had to be ruthless! He had to be strong!
He curved up an innocent and cute smile, pressing the elevator button.
An approached another elevator and also pressed the door.
The two entered the elevator, one after the other.
