His irritation with them had reached its limit.
He wished he could run away from home.
To somewhere no one would keep nagging him nonstop.
But...
When he realized his parents were really ignoring him, turning all their attention to his little sister, he started to feel... uncomfortable.
Very uncomfortable.
As a result, he began to feel a little hatred toward his sister.
It was as if... this ugly little girl had taken something from him.
But he didn't know what.
The uneasy feeling that something had been taken from him simply wouldn't go away, like a fish bone stuck in his throat.
It left him restless and on edge.
"Luo Xialang!"
The man called out in a deep voice.
His fingernails dug into his palm.
A faint pain spread through it.
He steadied his emotions.
"Where-is-your-little-sis-ter?"
"Do you really..."
"Want her dead?"
The man spoke the last word softly, yet it landed heavily.
It was like a weight crashing down on Luo Xialang's chest.
He staggered back half a step.
"Luo Xialang."
Tears welled in the woman's eyes, threatening to fall.
"I'm begging you."
"Where is your sister?"
"Tell us!"
Her fingers gripped the watch on her wrist.
The second hand ticked along at an unhurried pace.
But to her, it seemed to be moving at double speed.
She was frantic with worry.
Every second that passed meant another second of suffering for her daughter.
She clutched the fabric over her chest.
So overwhelmed with tension, she felt as if her heart were cramping.
Pain spread through her in thin, sharp threads.
The police stared intently at the boy, too.
Several more minutes had passed since they arrived at the parking lot and asked the boy for his sister's exact location, but no good news had