My dear lawyer novel Chapter 370

Couldn't they handle a little boy who was not five years old? They were grown-ups with overwhelming strengthen.

Yellow-hair was confident, while Six-ears was worried and maintained sharp vigilance every time. His six sense told him something would happen tonight.

Why did he still feel unsettled when he had already cast an escape-proof net to let William pay his price?

Six-ears averted his eyes, "Stay there and keep them alert. I'll check that little boy."

"Yes!"

Roe cried was taken away crying, and when they got on the car, they covered Roe's mouth and nose with a handkerchief, so he passed out quickly.

At this moment, Roe had just woken up, and was curling up in the corner with his hands on his legs.

A continuing flow of conversation he didn't understand as they were all dirty talks came outside the room. He was alone in the abandoned warehouse.

Roe recalled the time when he was taken away on the street with a pretty girl.

Although Roe was a child, he knew he was kidnapped now.

Thinking of that, his eyes were filled with fear.

"Mom…"

Roe should listen to his mom. He should never leave the hospital without the company of his mother and father. And what about that pretty girl? How was she right now?

Roe was hungry and painful. But he had no energy at all. He missed his mother, his father, and uncle John.

He really missed them.

Roe's eyes were reddened, with tears running down his cheeks.

But he didn't dare to cry out loud. He didn't want to be found he was awakened by the people outside. Instead, he could only bury his head in the corner like an ostrich and sobbed in a slight voice.

Suddenly, the door opened with a series of harsh sound.

Roe looked up in panic and saw a fierce-looking man walking toward him.

With a shiver in his litter body, Roe became even more afraid.

Six-ears didn't expect he woke up so quickly. He looked at Roe, stepped forward and asked him with a malicious smile, "Well, you're awake. Are you hungry? Do you need me to bring you some food?"

"No, I'm not." Roe shook his head quickly, and held his belly with his little hands obscurely, as if he didn't want the man to notice that his tummy was growling.

Six-ears sneered. No wonder he was the child of William. He was more mature compared with other kids.

"Okay. If you're not hungry, let's chat." Six-ears was interested in this child. He squatted down and lift up Roe's face.

His hands were cold with great strength, which made Roe's jaw hurt so much.

Roe clenched his teeth to keep his tears from running down. But his red eyes had already told Six-ears what happened.

"Well, why are you crying? Did I hurt you?"

Roe quickly shook his head again and answered, "It doesn't matter. Roe is not hurt."

What a shame that he was William' son! If he were the son of somebody else, he must be successful when he grew up.

Six-ears smiled evilly and the scar on his face made him much scarier.