[Brother, we are in big trouble.]
Sun Yaoyao hugged the walkie-talkie, her little face looking distressed.
[I've heard, you all were still too careless.]
Wang Hao leaned on the sofa, holding Xiaoyueyue in his arms.
He held a fruit plate in his hand, and Xiaoyueyue happily ate using a small fork, occasionally feeding him a bite.
Wu Zicheng had already sent someone over before.
They roughly explained the situation to him and took care of Brother Wolf's body as well.
Between the lines, they wanted him to connect the dots.
Wang Hao did not directly agree.
Of course, he also didn't explicitly refuse.
The visitor didn't clarify, nor did they insist on getting answers.
Everyone needs time to think it over.
[Brother, my cousin's sniper rifle was also taken, we can't provide you with protection now.]
Sun Yaoyao said pitifully.
