Gu Yanshen's last nerve snapped with a "twang."
He didn't even bother to take off his shoes.
The whole of him lunged forward like a leopard.
"Let go!"
He grabbed Gu An's hand, which was barely the size of a bun.
His other hand pinched his son's cheeks directly.
He applied a bit of force.
Gu An was forced to open his mouth.
"Pfft."
A small, silver-colored metal component spit out.
It landed right on Gu Yanshen's palm.
It was the firing pin.
Gu Yanshen glanced at his palm, and cold sweat instantly ran down his back.
This kid had put the firing pin in his mouth!
If he had swallowed it, they would have to rush him to get his stomach operated!
Gu An was very displeased.
He frowned with brows so faint they were nearly invisible and wiped his drool with the back of his hand.
Then.
He sat upright on the pile of books.
Not wanting to pay attention to this rude man.
Only then did Gu Yanshen clearly see the state of the chair's surface.
He took a sharp intake of breath.
