"Of course not," Wu Chang said, stopping his calls and turning to ask in confusion, "Why are you suddenly asking that?"
"Just wondering," Qiao Sang said.
She did not say outright that she had a nagging feeling there was something off about Uncle Zhang.
Could someone really be so nice to another person for no reason?
If he did not have his phone with him, shouldn't he have found it first and contacted the other person?
Yet he had come straight to the cemetery in the middle of the night to look for someone. Was that normal?
Besides, it was terrifyingly quiet here at night. There were not even any insects chirping or birds calling. Any little sound would seem especially loud, and from where she stood now, she should have had a clear view of where she and Wu Chang had been just moments ago.
Logically, whether it was their footsteps or the commotion Ya Bao and Little Treasure had made, someone should have noticed immediately.
Yet Uncle Zhang had not called out to greet Wu Chang. It was as though he had not heard anything from this side at all. Was that normal?
One question after another surfaced in Qiao Sang's mind.
If she went with the conspiracy theory... suppose Uncle Zhang was a pet tamer who had noticed this pet beast that could bring people luck?
Then getting close to Wu Chang and coming to the cemetery in the middle of the night would make sense.
Qiao Sang did not say it outright. First, she felt it was only her personal sixth sense.
Second, if she voiced her suspicions without any evidence, Wu Chang would definitely think she had some kind of problem.
One was an uncle who treated him like his own son, while the other