Ronald Loman patted Annie Taylor's head and said warmly, "In a few days, I'll take you to see Grandpa."
Annie Taylor stiffened slightly and whispered, "I don't want to go."
"Be good."
"I'm scared."
"It's not like he can eat you! Besides, with me there, does he dare to do anything to you?"
"Tsk..." Annie Taylor couldn't help but roll her eyes, boasting again.
At this moment, in the military compound.
Old Madam Loman had just returned from a meeting and was listening to the news his underling had investigated about Ronald Loman, his eyebrows knitted into a frown.
Even though he had started to suspect that Ronald wasn't dead, without seeing the person himself, he just couldn't relax and inevitably began to worry.
"Commander, don't worry too much, those little rascals may say that Ronald had an accident, but they haven't seen a corpse, maybe they got it wrong."
