"Keep up with me, and don't hang up the phone. We'll stay in touch, and as soon as I cough three times, you call the police immediately,"
"What? You little..." Zhou Chengyu couldn't finish his curse, Tang Yuchan poked Shen Dong.
Shen Dong hadn't heard what Zhou Chengyu said; he quickly stuffed the phone in his pocket and walked naturally around the corner, asking, "Uncle, what flavor is the ice cream cone?"
"Three flavors, here, have one," Shen Dong said as Huang Shan pushed the cone towards Tang Yuchan, worrying there might be something wrong with it.
He hopped up and down clamoring, "I want that one, I want that one."
"And this..." Seeing Shen Dong's reaction, Huang Shan quickly took out another ice cream cone for him.
It could have been drugged for all Shen Dong knew; with a leap, he pretended to snatch it away, knocking the cone out of Tang Yuchan's hand.