Butong was shocked. Her intuition told her that the nightmare just happened must mean something bad happened.

Butong opened his blanket and didn't even wear his slippers. He ran to the door and looked anxiously at Tang poetry. "What happened? It won't be grandpa... "

" it's not Grandpa, it's Mr. Lin, "Tang Shi sighed." Mr. Lin knows that you've been robbed. He's in a hurry and has an accident on the way to the airport. "

Butong almost fainted in the dark.

"Butong." Li Jingchen held him fast with eyes and hands, and his brow began to twist gradually.

Tang Shi took a panoramic view of the man's face...