"Whose water bottle?"
The middle-aged man was a little annoyed.
"It hit me!"
He'd been hit again...
He'd been hit again!
The middle-aged man felt a little vexed.
What was going on?
Why had disaster fallen from the sky again?
He'd been walking along just fine...
Then suddenly, his head hurt...
He immediately cried out in pain.
The middle-aged man rubbed his head and looked down, searching for the culprit that had hit him.
Tsk~
He grimaced in pain.
That really hurt.
There it was!
The middle-aged man quickly bent down and picked up an empty plastic water bottle from the ground.
Looking at the plastic bottle in his hand, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
That was what had hit him.
He looked up and glanced around.
Who?
Who had carelessly tossed a water bottle and hit him?
The middle-aged man held the plastic bottle in one hand and rubbed his head with the other.
He had to admit.
His head really hurt from the impact.
The middle-aged man quickly fixed his gaze on the little boy in front of the trash can.
There were only three people nearby.
Beyond them were people waiting in line.
The girl with slanted ponytail, holding a sun umbrella, and the little girl in a princess dress...
The middle-aged man's gaze swept past them.
Clearly, compared with those two, the little boy—who looked somewhat uneasy under his gaze—was the most likely suspect.
"Did you throw this bottle?"
The middle-aged man held the bottle in front of the little boy and gave it a slight shake.
The little boy's expression stiffened.
The tall, thin, ill-tempered-looking middle-aged man put considerable pressure on him.
The girl with slanted ponytail immediately hurried over.
"Sorry for the trouble."
She