"One hundred taels, I want fifty." The woman snorted coldly.
The man with a tuft of hair immediately flared up, "Why don't you just aim for the sky? I'm risking my neck here, and you do nothing but keep watch, yet you want fifty taels?"
The woman with the gaunt face sneered, "Do you think you're good with kids? Every time, it's me who soothes them down to avoid suspicion. If you're so capable, why don't you deal with the kids yourself, instead of coming to me!"
The middle-aged man with a tuft of hair was at a loss for words and fell silent.
He really wasn't good with kids.
The little brats would be won over with candy and toys, but in less than an hour, they'd be crying out for their parents.
The first time he did this, it aroused a passerby's suspicion, who threatened to report him to the authorities.
It scared him so much that he abandoned the child and fled.
Later, he thought of a method: after grabbing a child, he'd drug them to keep them asleep and quiet.
