Where Are Your Things

For some reason, the woman in front of him was obviously very gentle, but Charlie shuddered. When those words came out of her mouth, the meaning behind them seemed to have changed. She seemed like the big bad wolf asking Little Red Riding Hood, "Little Red Riding Hood, where are your things? Hurry up and hand it over so I can eat you!" Charlie was shocked by his rich imagination. Fiona was patient and asked, "Hurry up and speak, kid. Are you really Charlie? Are the stuff with you?" Charlie nodded. "Oh..." Fiona's expression changed. Since she had found her target, then it was none of her business anymore. Fiona motioned for her men to open the car door. Charlie was about to get in the car when Fiona stopped him. "M-Miss..." "How could you be such an ignorant kid?" Fiona grinned and patted Charlie's little head. She parted her red lips and said cruelly, "You're not the person I'm looking for." "Yes I am!" Charlie was stunned. He didn't know what had happened throughout their short conve