"This is Mr. Zhao!" announced Yu Jingxi, who went to receive him.
Wen Rufeng quickly said, "Mr. Zhao, hello. My little granddaughter has been crying for her father, do you think it's possible... that my son is still in the house and hasn't left?"
Mo Ang, standing to the side, furrowed his brows upon hearing this.
"Don't worry, let me take a look first!" Mr. Zhao said very calmly, then looked sharply at every corner of the courtyard.
The Yu Family held their breath, not daring to make a sound.
Mr. Zhao asked again, "Is the child inside?"
"Yes!" Wen Rufeng replied.
"Then I'll go take a look!" With that, Mr. Zhao walked into the house.
In the arms of Aunt Wang, Xinxin continued to cry, "Pa... Pa..."
Mr. Zhao first looked at the child, then looked around.
Only after a long time did he turn back around.
Wen Rufeng asked, "Mr. Zhao, how was it? Is there any issue inside the house?"
"No, the house is very clean," Mr. Zhao replied.
