Serial Murder Case

Although the Anti-Black-and-White Alliance had a lame name, its rules and regulations were fairly formal. That showed it was not a ragtag bunch, but a legitimate civilian organization. Zhang Yuanqing thought for a moment before replying:

"No problem!"

After sending the message, he walked to the window and looked down at Cao Qianxiu by the roadside.

The girl looked up, and their gazes met. She nodded solemnly, then raised a hand and smacked her younger brother on the head as she scolded him:

"Still watching the show? Come with me to the bus stop."

Eight-year-old Cao Chao drooped his head and followed his sister away like a dejected dog, heading for the bus stop five hundred meters away.

They had only taken a few steps when they heard someone call from upstairs, "Wait!"

Cao Chao's eyes lit up, and he obediently stopped.

Zhang Yuanqing ducked his head back inside. More than ten seconds later, he poked his head out again and tossed down a large bag of snacks.

The bag landed on the ground with a smack. Like a wild dog off its leash, eight-year-old Cao Chao sprinted over, shoved the package full of snacks into his backpack without even looking, and zipped it shut.

When Mom and Dad were arguing, they were completely absorbed in it and would not notice him. Cao Chao slung on his little backpack, his short legs moving at top speed as he bolted off.

Downstairs, Cao Qianxiu glared helplessly at the young tenant before striding after her brother.

With both hands braced against the windowsill, Zhang Yuanqing watched the siblings' retreating figures grow more distant, a smile at the corner of his lips. The morning sunlight fell across his face, making him look as gentle and refined as jade.

Today was Friday, his seventh