"No, but I saw something jump down from the third young master’s window ledge. Young master, I’m about to go see what it was."
Jumped down from the window ledge...
He looked at the ceiling above his head and the height of his villa came to mind; immediate disgust painted his face even grimmer.
Good, that damned woman, better off dead if she fell!
Lost in thought, Bai Tingfang noticed his distraction and turned to him, "Mucen, what are you thinking about?"
"Nothing, I’m watching the program."
Ou Mucen snapped back to reality and hurriedly turned his attention to the stage.
By then, the group of kids had reached the climax of their dance, drawing his gaze naturally to the one playing the little duck.
That must be the smallest child among them because the little duck was the smallest in the dance.
"Look, that little duck is quite adorable."
"Right, looks to be about four years old. Wonder which family’s child is raised so cute."
"Not sure, I heard they brought him from a kindergarten."
The audience was charmed by the little duck and began to chat amongst themselves.
The man sitting in his seat, also watching the child, felt a sudden tug in his heart upon hearing this. For some reason, his gaze wandered to that little face.
And with that look, he was truly surprised!
"Little friend, which kindergarten are you from? How old are you?"
Ye Xiaobao had finally finished performing, just like the bad uncle had said, a woman in a white dress came up to interview him immediately afterward.
Ye Xiaobao pulled at the little duck hat on his head that was making him very uncomfortable, "Four years old!"
"Wow, you really are four years old. So how come you are here performing today?"
This was the crucial question...
Ye Xiaobao remembered the answer the bad uncle had taught him, thus with eyes as clear as dark grapes, he looked down at the crowd.
Huh? Uncle Bingshan is indeed sitting there, and he looks even more handsome tonight than the other day!
With an innocent smile, he said, "I’m performing for daddy, I want to give it to him as a present."
When these childish words fell in the hall, whispers arose immediately.
Wasn’t this performance prepared for the city leaders? How did it become a gift this child prepared for his daddy?
Everyone looked puzzled at the tiny child, including Ou Mucen seated in the front row.
Wasn’t his father long gone? He had just had a big argument with his mother about this very topic.
Ou Mucen caught a sense of something amiss, just as the child looked elsewhere, prompting him to follow the gaze.
"Cousin, do you think tonight’s plan will succeed?" It was Bai Wei, who at the moment was nervously watching the little boy on the stage.
Could she not be nervous? He was her lifeline. If she couldn’t bring that man down tonight, he would surely kill her.
Luckily, the man in the white suit sitting beside her offered her reassurance, "Just wait, the big scene is coming up!"
After saying that, he gestured with a fighter jet model he had just received toward the little boy who was looking at him.
These things are damn expensive, costing tens of thousands, and to top it off, he had spent a lot of manpower searching the whole city!