Fu Nancheng was slightly stunned, slowly turning his head to follow the security guard's gaze, and saw a little kid in striped overalls, bending over and wreaking havoc on the whole lawn on either side of the gate.
The flower bed, which had just been pruned, orderly and beautifully arranged, now looked like it had been chewed by a dog, utterly disheveled.
He frowned and was about to speak, but the security guard spoke first, saying again, "The grass is close to the windows, and this building is so tall, there's no guarantee something won't fall, it's very dangerous. I suggest...suggest you keep an eye on your child."
His child...
Hearing this, Fu Nancheng was stunned again. He hesitated for a moment and walked towards the little kid.
Qiao Zichen was busy destroying at the moment. His mama didn't come back all night yesterday, and today, without waiting for his uncle Lu Yiming to pick him up from school, he had run out from kindergarten early.
