Qing Ji followed the girl ahead.
So Qing Ji saw everything that happened next.
Watching the girl through the window, Qing Ji's expression remained impassive.
What did human affairs have to do with it?
It had never liked meddling in other people's business.
Qing Ji had the car turn around.
It suddenly no longer understood why it had followed them inside.
There had been nothing entertaining about what it had just witnessed.
Utterly boring.
Qing Ji left the parking lot.
In the distance, it saw the boy throw something into a trash can.
It headed in another direction.
Unexpectedly...
It saw the boy again somewhere else.
The boy seemed to have bumped into someone.
The other party was an old man with completely white hair.
Neither the boy nor his companions looked happy.
Cursing under his breath, the boy was about to go around the old man and leave—
"Stop!"
The old man grabbed the boy's arm and began cursing loudly.
For a moment, the boy was in a rather sorry state.
He tried to pull free, but the old man's strength was astonishing.
The wrinkled hand seemed to be firmly "welded" to the boy's arm.
The boy couldn't break free.
His expression was one of exasperation.
Quite a few passersby turned their attention toward them.
The boy's companions wanted to step forward and help.
However, the other party was an old man, after all.
They didn't dare go too far.
Besides, before their hands even touched the old man, he had already started shouting.
"Help! They're hitting me!"
"Everyone, come take a look! They're going to hit me!"
"Poor old woman!"
"I was walking along just fine when they hit me. Not only did the person who hit me refuse to apologize, but