With a rifle in hand, Afeng stood on the table, grinning.,“You wouldn't guess from the photo that he was a robber, but be careful nonetheless. I'll be waiting for you back home for dinner tonight, Dad.”,Harry's expression was a little stiff. Facing the gun pointed at his head by Afeng, he fumbled around on his body for a long time before finally pulling out a golden pen and tossing it into the bucket of ice.。