When she heard the word "fire," the little girl visibly displayed an emotion of fear.
She had almost been burned to death by that fire before, and once it caught on her, it was not only excruciatingly painful but also impossible to put out, making her unavoidably wary of it.
Looking obedient and wronged, the little girl gazed at him and said, "It really wasn't me who brought you here, I don't know what's going on."
"Is that so."
Xu Shuo's tone was dangerous as he grasped the little girl's tender cheek and pinched hard, almost as if he wanted to tear off her face, but the girl just blinked innocently.
In fact, the little girl's current appearance was nothing but an illusion.
It was as if it was "cognitive deception"; everyone who saw her believed she truly existed, that she was a woman's daughter, a living person.
But beneath this adorable exterior was a rotten and twisted monster.
She was the big boss who had made her entrance at the last moment.