Hehe really took a fruit knife and pressed it against his chest, while Ou stood not far away, watching coldly.
He believed Hehe didn't have the courage to act.
Xu Qingli was scared, panic etched onto her face, sweat streaming down from her forehead. She didn't even dare to raise her voice when speaking to Hehe.
She regretted it. This child was far too sensitive; she shouldn't have provoked him.
"Grandma was wrong. Grandma loves Hehe the most. Knives are dangerous, don't hold onto it."
Hehe said coldly, "This is my home, and he shouldn't come here to take my things."
Ou tugged at the corner of his mouth, his little face also tightened with a serious expression.
She thought, Hehe must lack a sense of security. He was sensitive, impulsive, and temperamental—almost as if he had a serious illness.
Ou said with a stern face, "Who's taking your stuff? This is my house too. I'm also a Lu."
Xu Qingli whispered with a choking, trembling tone, "Don't speak recklessly anymore."
