But just then, a droning sound came from the sky!
Everyone looked up to see a helicopter slowly descending from above, gracefully landing on the neatly trimmed lawn, stirring a commotion within the place.
"Who could this be?"
"How dare they be so reckless?"
"Directly landing a plane inside the Ding Family's territory without considering where they are."
People turned their gaze toward Mr. Ding, only to see him with a constant, unreadable smile, showing neither happiness nor anger.
At that moment, the helicopter door opened, and then a tiny figure leaped down, landing firmly.
It was a boy no more than two years old, dressed in a beige cartoon long T-shirt, with overalls, and a cool little leather jacket on top. Half of his small face was covered with a silver mask, while the other half was especially delicate and pretty, with thick, long eyebrows, tender red lips, and curly black hair on top of his head, walking with great style, like a fashionable little expert.
