"Yes, every time I leave the house, my daughter is always reluctant to see me go." Heizi's tone became gentle when he talked about his daughter as if he had endless things to say, and even his fierce expression softened.
Tang Yue continued, "How tall is your daughter? Is she taller than me?"
Heizi glanced at her and said, "A bit shorter than you."
"How much shorter?" Tang Yue's voice was gentle, innocent, and harmless, causing Heizi to let down his guard without realizing it.
Heizi gestured with his hands.
These few short exchanges took only a few breaths.
Seizing the opportunity, Tang Yue pushed Heizi's hand away with great force, and at the same time, she squatted down and rolled to the side.
Mo Siyu, who had been standing still, acted in an instant, throwing a pebble at Heizi's wrist.
With a 'bang,' the knife in Heizi's hand dropped to the ground.
