Everyone turned to look at him at once.
Li Wanyun narrowed her eyes dangerously, her voice ominous. "You're always spouting cryptic nonsense, old man, and getting pessimistic at the drop of a hat. Could you be the hidden M?"
Old Qin: "..."
Holding Qin Xuan, he shrank back and muttered, "I wish I had that kind of ability, but don't go accusing an ordinary old man."
Long Tianyu sneered. "Right now, you look the most like a mole to me."
Everyone in the Special Affairs Office's Group B was a comrade-in-arms. They fought side by side and had given so much for their country.
Old Qin was the only exception.
He tagged along with his grandson for free food and lodging, hid in a corner whenever anything happened, and otherwise did nothing but eat. He had contributed practically nothing.
-Oh, looking after his grandson counted as a contribution, too, perhaps.
Old Qin didn't dare argue and shrank into himself.
Qin Xuan hugged Old Qin's head and glared at Long Tianyu. "My grandpa isn't a bad person!"
Of course, Long Tianyu wouldn't pick a fight with a three-year-old, even if the boy was strong, had grown a little more, and now looked about five.
He was just about to look away.
Qin Xuan said, "You're going to die."
Long Tianyu: "??"
He immediately jumped up, raising his voice. "What the hell, kid? I didn't actually do anything! Why are you cursing me to die? You're so young, yet you're already-"
Zhuang Fan grabbed him, pointed at Qin Xuan, and said urgently, "N-not, not..."
Long Tianyu said, "Even if you're helping me with your Word Spirit Superpower, I'm still teaching this kid a lesson today!"
As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves.
Zhuang Fan was frantic.
For the first time, he