Li Shiying
Call the police?
Or...
Take the child home first?
As they hesitated, the Pang Pang old man stepped forward and said he knew someone who had the child's grandfather's phone number.
The old man looked up and glanced around.
Only then did he remember...
Oh.
Someone had just said...
That guy wasn't here anymore.
He'd already left.
Tsk.
The old man clicked his tongue.
He thought of that unusually brief phone call just now...
It seemed their feelings toward each other hadn't changed with time.
They both still held grudges against each other.
"If you see him next time..."
The old man looked at the others. "Tell him thanks for me."
He wouldn't thank him in person.
He didn't want the other man to see that he was in a bad mood.
The others nodded in understanding.
"Okay."
They didn't urge the old man to find the skinny old man and thank him in person.
If the two people at odds had been children, they would certainly have tried to help the kids make up.
But today, the two people at odds were both over fifty.
They were old men themselves.
They understood old men's temperaments all too well.
Stubborn.
Headstrong, or perhaps downright obstinate.
They were hard to reason with.
Why bother going to all that trouble?
Whether these two old men got along or not didn't really matter to them.
It was nice to have another friend.
But not being friends wasn't something to particularly regret, either.
The two old men were adults.
Adults who'd been through a lot, at that.
They had their own ways of making friends.
Besides...
They weren't close enough to each other to presume they could meddle in something like this.
It would be bad