Summary
When I found out that the boy who kept clinging to my son to play with him was the villain…
I called him over, folded my arms, and looked down at him from above. “Name your price. What will it take for you to leave my son alone?”
The villain thought about it. “Can I ask for anything?”
I gritted my teeth. “Anything.”
The villain took a deep breath and rubbed his hands together.
“Then I want a bucket of instant noodles. Spicy flavor.”
Me: “?”
Before I could even speak…
The villain seemed to regret it a little.
“Can I add a teddy bear too?”
“If not, reading me a bedtime story is fine.”
Me: “??”