"What are you doing?"
Tuanzi was so scared that his hair stood on end. He instinctively hid his hand behind his back and said, "Tuanzi wants to go out to eat something."
This poor acting was just showing off in front of an expert. The man glanced over, stretched out his long arm to grab Tuanzi's hand, and looked at the small wound on the finger. His eyes instantly turned cold, the depths as vast as ink suddenly surged within his gaze, "How did this happen?"
Tuanzi was frightened and hurriedly retracted his hand, his voice soft and timid, "I accidentally poked it while sharpening a pencil with a utility knife."
Big and small, the two faced each other in silence.
The man glanced at the utility knife that was clean as new, with no trace of pencil lead left, and the thin smile on his lips deepened noticeably.
Tuanzi was so scared that he quickly went downstairs to find the medical box and took out a band-aid to apply it.
