"Ouch!"
A scream shattered the afternoon calm.
Zhuangzhuang's filthy hand recoiled as if struck by lightning.
He clutched his wrist, jumping in pain.
What rolled on the ground wasn't a pebble.
It was a round, hard hazelnut.
Unpeeled, hard like an iron pellet.
This was Gu An's teething toy, also his "bullet."
In the baby stroller.
Gu An coldly put down the little slingshot in his hand.
The shot was spot on.
Right on the tendon.
Zhuangzhuang's tears burst forth from the piercing pain, his whole arm paralyzed.
Before his slow mind could process what had happened.
Next to him, Gu Ning moved.
She didn't wail like a typical baby.
She took a deep breath.
Her chest swelled.
Then, she opened her mouth.
"Beep—!!!"
It wasn't a cry.
It was a high-frequency, piercing scream.
Like an air raid siren, or a pressure cooker explosion.
The sound was so sharp it stabbed through eardrums, making the air vibrate.
No tears, no fear.
Just pure "soundwave attack" for calling support.
