"You're only three years old. Don't learn to speak such complicated sentences from a kid in your teens, okay? " I don't know who I'm like, but I don't have such a good talent for language. "
Like my father! "
Tong Wenya narrowed her eyes dangerously. "No - definitely - him!"
"Hey, Tong Wenya, if you find him, you won't shoot him, right?" Kiki asked probingly.
"How can your mother be so violent? Of course not." But it turned out that she really wanted to cut him into pieces when she found him. Now, she only hoped that they would never meet again and that she and her son could live in peace.
Just as she thought of this, the phone in her jeans pocket rang. It was Yuen Siming.
"Boss, the city bureau leader called to ask you to help investigate the serial rape case in the North Lake District. Go now!"
"Come to my apartment to pick me up!"