Jiang Xia acknowledged her first, then suddenly remembered something. "Beika Park?" ...Not the school?
"Yes, they're holding an 'Errand Running Activity' today. The children will set out from Beika Park, buy the items on the list at Beika Shopping Street, then return."
Mouri Ran clearly knew more of the inside story. She smiled. "My dad thought it was boring and didn't want to come, but he's the only adult at home who can be their guardian—he's probably hiding in some corner and taking a nap to be lazy right now."
"I see. This activity sounds pretty good. It's very educational." Jiang Xia's mood improved even further.
Besides, "Beika Park" and "Beika Shopping Street" sounded bustling at a glance. They were obviously much more likely to bring him across interesting people and interesting events. Far more pleasant than a crime-proof place like an "elementary school."
"Then let's hurry over and take a look."
The two of them soon arrived at Beika Park.
Quite a few parents had gathered there in twos and threes, chatting happily in low voices as they waited for the children to return with the things on their lists.
Mouri Kogoro, meanwhile, had no interest in socializing. Sure enough, he was sprawled across a bench, asleep.
Mouri Ran strode over, grabbed him by the ear, and hauled her father up. "Is this how you act as a guardian?"
"Ow, ow, ow!" Mouri Kogoro jolted awake from his dream. Seeing that it was her, he gave a languid yawn. "Those little brats said I'd get in their way if I followed them around. Besides, the shopping street is only five hundred meters away. They run all over Tokyo every day. Now they're just serving as cameramen for another kid—they can handle it easily. What difference does it make