"Yes, yes, yes. I wouldn't dare." The hooligan quickly got up from the ground and brought over two bowls, scooping porridge into them.
He even smiled apologetically and made excuses, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth. "I saw that the girl was cute and wanted to tease her."
Ye Siming and Gu Nuo'er each took a bowl.
The boy coldly pulled the dagger out from the table. His gaze was as sharp as a blade, making the hooligan feel a lingering fear.
Gu Nuo'er quickly pulled Ye Siming to the corner.
The child had already stopped crying and her expression looked serious.
If not for the tears on her eyelashes, Ye Siming would have thought that it was an illusion when he saw her crying just now.
Gu Nuo'er looked at the porridge that had little rice and a lot of water, then tasted it.
Her thin eyebrows immediately furrowed.