"Dirty daddy, what are you going to do?" Han Han was extremely vigilant now. As soon as he saw him moving, he immediately protected Beibei and retreated.
Beibei also trusted him, hiding behind him and looking at Zhan Beihan with extremely vigilant eyes.
Zhan Beihan paused subtly: "..."
It always felt like he had really become a bad guy, and the two little guys were guarding him like thieves.
If he came any closer, these two little things would definitely run away.
It's not that Zhan Beihan can't catch him, but the problem is that one of them is his own son, and the other looks very sick and weak. He can't really deal with the two children.
After thinking for a moment, Zhan Beihan simply lifted his robe, sat down in front of the stone table, tapped his fingers on the table: "Come here, sit down first."
Neither of the two little guys moved.
Zhan Beihan said with a half-smile, "Your mother doesn't dare to confront me head-on. You, a little thing whose fur hasn't fully grown yet, do you want to try?"
"What do you want to do?" Beibei looked at him very repulsively.
"Come here, sit down!" Zhan Beihan knocked on the stone table again, "I just want to talk to you about your mother."
Beibei pursed his lips slightly.
Han Han nervously opened his arms to block him, like a little hen protecting her young: "Beibei, don't go there, my dad is very insidious! You will definitely be bullied by him if you go there!"
Zhan Beihan: "..." Is this his biological son?
Beibei took a deep breath and reached out to press Han Han's arm: "It's okay, I'm not afraid of him bullying me."
In front of Zhan Beihan, Beibei suddenly took out four or five small medical packets, held them in his hands demonstratively, and then walked to the stone table and sat down.
Han Han immediately followed him, sat down next to him, and stared at Zhan Beihan with eager eyes.
Zhan Beihan ignored him and looked at the small medical bag in Beibei's hand: "Is this the poisonous powder you used to disfigure Shen Yuting? Did your mother give it to you?"
"So what?" Beibei looked at him coldly, "If you dare to touch me again, I will let you taste the power!"
Zhan Beihan laughed interestingly: "Then why didn't you use it just now? Was it too late to take it out?"
Beibei said nothing.
Zhan Beihan raised his chin with great interest: "The little thing is quite fierce. He threatens people with poison. Is this what your mother taught you?"
Beibei: "What does it have to do with you?"
"Your mother prepared a poison bag for you to use for self-defense in times of danger, right? In other words, it's something to save your life."
Zhan Beihan curled his lips with unknown meaning: "Then, has your mother ever taught you not to expose your trump card easily when facing an enemy that is stronger than you and that you don't understand well enough? Otherwise..."
Bei Bei's whole body was trembling with chills. Before he could react, there seemed to be an afterimage flashing before his eyes.
The next second, his little hands were empty.
Four or five small medicine packets instantly fell into Zhan Beihan's hands. He held them lightly at his fingertips and shook them casually: "Otherwise, you will have no trump card!"
Hanhan was stunned: "..."
Beibei was anxious, jumped up and rushed over: "Give it back to me!"
Zhan Beihan had already expected it. He folded his fingers inward and the small medicine bag disappeared immediately.
He grabbed Beibei who was rushing towards him with a half-smile, raised his eyebrows and said: "It seems that your mother has never taught you not to throw yourself into the enemy's arms?" Popular 『』