A digital camera was right at hand—in fact, there were several.
Chen Rou really felt the urge to pick one up and snap a candid photo of the two old men. She figured if she sold it to a newspaper and it hit the stands tomorrow morning, every hoodlum in Kowloon would be so shocked they’d jump into the sea.
These were two men who had spent their entire lives brawling, yet as the little one wailed, they had huddled their heads together, cooing and making noises at him. Master Dong was pulling faces, while Master Er nudged him aside, whispering, "You're scaring the child! Move back, let me soothe him. There, there, Xiao Ayuan, don't cry, sweet boy. Oh, don't cry."
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