The young man sneered and approached, the little boy retreating in terror.
But before he could take two steps, the young man's eyes suddenly widened. He only felt a thin needle cruelly piercing into his heart.
The young man wanted to call for help, but before he could shout, his mouth was covered by someone.
Zhang Mengchan stood there blankly, watching Qing Chen, who had appeared behind the young man without anyone noticing, covering the young man's mouth, stirring his heart, and smiling at him.
The little boy watched as the young man's gaze gradually dimmed, until his face turned purple and his chest ceased to rise and fall.
The young man, in the hands of that boss, couldn't break free no matter how he struggled.
And all of this was as easy for that boss as drinking a glass of soy milk.
