The small stone cautiously crawled out of the cave, his face still carrying a look of terror.
Zhong Lin reached out and grabbed his armpit, lifting him out and patting the dirt off his body.
"It's all right; the thief is dead."
The purpose of digging a hole in the bedroom was just this—allowing the small stone a place to hide when a thief attacked, firstly for safety, and secondly to prevent anyone from capturing him to threaten Zhong Lin.
After all, he is his own flesh and blood, a younger brother.
"Second brother, I want to learn martial arts too, to fight bad guys with you."
Little Stone looked up at Zhong Lin, his face full of determination.
Zhong Lin smiled, reaching out to ruffle his hair: "Okay, second brother will teach you martial arts."
"Mm."
...
Early the next morning, after sending Little Stone to Mr. Liu, Zhong Lin turned around and went to the government office for roll call.
