"You little scoundrel!"
Jin Lang was so furious his head was buzzing, and after chasing forward two steps, he still couldn't see any trace of Huang Niu'Er.
He had no choice but to turn back and explain, "Grandma, don't be angry. Let's not stoop to the level of that little brat. I noticed him hanging out with those no-gooders from the backstreet the other day and scolded him a few times.
He's probably been led astray, his head filled with foolish notions. After all, he's still young, and it's not too late to properly discipline him. I'll go find him right now!"
In the orange candlelight, the old lady's silhouette resembled a statue.
She remained motionless for a while, only feeling as if Huang Niu'Er's words entered her ears and chilled her from the inside out. "There's no need to worry about him. When that child gets stubborn, he won't listen to anyone no matter what. Don't waste your time. When dawn breaks and all the shops close, he'll come back obediently."
