He bent down and squatted, placing his hands on Shanshan's shoulders.
"Don't, don't, don't, Shanshan. Don't go messing around with stuff like this. Dad can handle it himself."
"From now on, no matter who asks you to do something that could hurt you, you are not to agree to it. Do you understand?"
"Dad! Where is your mind going?"
Shanshan broke free from his grasp and took a step back.
"I'm just making a wish, not calling down lightning or summoning ghosts. What's so harmful about that?"
She finished speaking, closed her eyes, and began muttering quickly under her breath.
Then, she suddenly opened her eyes, leaned forward, and gently tapped his forehead with her fingertip.
A clear thought transferred directly into his mind.
It was a clue, pointing to an overlooked surveillance blind spot, and a name.
Ling Anxun was stunned.
He looked down at his daughter, his expression complicated.
A few seconds later, he suddenly laughed out loud.
