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Chapter 1,357 Crazy Boy(2/2)

"Nan Nan!"

The middle-aged woman shouted.

She hugged her son tightly and said in a sharp voice, a bit hysterical, "Stop making trouble!"

"You know what you did?!"

"You almost hurt someone just now!"

"You almost seriously injured someone!"

"Do you want to go into the police station?!"

"Do you know what you did?!"

...

The middle-aged man pressed his hands firmly on the shoulders of the runaway child.

"Nannan."

His face was as dark as water, and his eyes were full of horror, "Why are you so crazy, kid?!"

"What happened?"

"Why are you so angry?"

He and his mother heard vague noises in the box, and when they came out they saw their son fighting with an adult.

They never thought that their usually silent and quiet son would have such a crazy side.

Like a wild beast that has lost its mind, it is running rampant, its face is crazy, and its red eyes only see the prey that it wants to tear apart.

And nothing else.

...

He and the child's mother were both frightened.

Their familiar son suddenly became unfamiliar, which made them a little confused.

When they came to their senses, they saw their son holding up a large vase as tall as a seven- or eight-year-old child and trying to throw it at the man who had just struggled with him.

They were horrified.

They know that once the vase is smashed, everything will be different.

Things will be unimaginably bad.

no!

"Nan Nan!"

They yelled, "Stop!"

"stop!"

It's just that they are still some distance away from teenagers.

The young man seemed to have ignored their words.

Seeing that the vase was about to be smashed, the couple's eyes were about to burst.

"Nan-"

Their voices stopped suddenly.

Because they saw it.

A hand suddenly broke into their field of vision.

Then, he blocked the vase from falling.

The couple was stunned.

It took them a long time to realize what had happened.

They didn't even have time to breathe, so they hurried to their son's side.

...

They thought their son was acting impulsively.

Young people, who doesn’t have a moment when their brain gets hot?

However, something was wrong with my son.

They loudly asked him what he was doing? How could he hit someone with such a big vase?

However, the son had no response to their words.

His eyes were fixed on the man who was almost beaten to a bloody head with a vase.
Chapter completed!
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