The old man shook his head slightly.
Where Old Man Mao had been trapped by the heavy rain...
That was none of his business.
If that old geezer ended up drenched like a drowned rat, he had it coming.
The old man walked out of the house.
He headed toward his wife and grandson, who were not far away.
"Why are you still sitting on the ground?"
Before the old woman could speak, the old man took the umbrella from her hand and held it over her and their grandson with one hand, while reaching for their grandson with the other.
"The ground is covered in rainwater."
"And it's dirty."
"Yes, yes."
The old woman seemed to realize it only then.
She hurriedly reached out and pulled the child to his feet.
"Look at me..."
"How could I be so careless..."
All her attention had been drawn by the child's trembling and the old man's actions.
As a result, she had overlooked such an obvious problem.
The child was pulled to his feet in a daze.
He looked at his grandfather.
Fear and confusion intertwined in his eyes.
"What happened?"
After pulling up their grandson, the old woman looked at the old man.
"Was there something in the house?"
The light in the child's eyes trembled violently.
He felt torn between wanting to hear the answer and not wanting to hear it.
Before he could make a choice, the child's gaze had already turned toward the old man.
"No."
The old man shook his head.
"I didn't see anything."
"How is that possible?!"
The child blurted out.
How could he have seen nothing?!
Clearly...
The scene that had lit up for a second because of the lightning appeared in the child's mind.