"Mom, are they bad people?" Xiyan followed the direction of her son's finger and looked at the two men standing in the shadows at the corner of the stairs. She made a silent gesture and accelerated the search for the key from her bag to open the door.
"Little brother, are you talking about me?" A tall figure approached from behind with a sense of oppression. Xia Xiyan had to straighten her body and protect her son behind her.
Many years later, Xia Xiyan still had this emotion when thinking about their encounter: 1. Children's eyes are really clean and they can see the essence that others cannot see. 2. How important the first image is to people.