Taking advantage of the moment when Sheng Yang and the old man were separated, Sheng Yue quickly walked forward. Her voice was clear, and her smile was pleasant. "Old man, I'm Sheng Yang's cousin. My name is Sheng Yue."
At the mention of Sheng Yang's name, the old man turned his head and studied the girl opposite him with dark eyes.
"She was called away by a phone call. Something came up, so she sent me to come look for you."
"Oh?" Sheng Yue shivered almost instinctively under the old man's authoritative gaze.
How scary. He was smiling and waving at Sheng Yang from afar just now. Wasn't he a kind person? He was no different from an ordinary old man.
But since she had already done this, she couldn't back down now. "It's true," Sheng Yue said firmly. "She thought she couldn't just leave you here, so she called me over."
"Oh," the old man replied. Then, he looked straight ahead and didn't even move.
