Kevin Cliff looked at the delicate slingshot, his brow deeply furrowed. The slingshot was made from high-quality wood, and both the materials and craftsmanship were top-notch. Even the bullets were made of soft, elastic material to ensure that if they hit someone, they wouldn't cause serious injury.
"Who made this for you?" It must have been someone who really cared for Chris, not like Chris's acrobat parents would do.
"It's someone who is very nice to Chris and also very mean to Chris. Uncle, can you not take Chris's slingshot away?" At this moment, Chris knew to act sweet and vulnerable.
"Kevin Cliff, since everything has been sorted out, don't take his things away. Even if he did something wrong today, use another method," Charlotte Green said, unable to bear it and came over to persuade him.
Kevin Cliff glared at her, handed the slingshot back to Chris, "Hit that streetlight for me to see. If you hit it, you can have it back."
Charlotte Green was stunned.
