"What do you want?" Cyclops asked, breathless.
"What do I want? Why not ask what you want." Xiao Yebai's white shoe tip slowly nudged his lame leg, "It seems you're ready to crawl through under my dad's crotch."
Cyclops' face turned deathly pale, "You, you must be mistaken, your dad is already—"
"My dad is dead? Whose dad are you saying is dead? Is it your dad who's dead?"
From this, Cyclops understood that he had fallen into a trap. Xiao Jianming must have faked his jump from the window.
In fact, Xiao Jianming did jump from the window, but the floor wasn't high to begin with, and after Tang Shaohong learned of Cyclops' plan, he quickly ran downstairs to organize a group to hold up a safety net, catching Xiao Jianming safely as he landed.
Previously, Gu Nuan and Cyclops had argued, and Xiao Jianming and Cyclops had debated, all just to buy time for Tang Shaohong to get everything ready.
This group of people was all too calm, their family genes seemed not to fear death.
