He didn't ask much, what happened.
Gong Yeyan figured if the old man wanted to talk, he'd naturally tell the truth, and if he didn't want to talk, asking more would be pointless.
Anyway, once they reached the old house, whatever happened would naturally become clear.
After getting a firm answer, the old man hung up the phone.
The man removed the phone from his ear, and Ming Ge raised her small, fair, and bright face to ask, "What did the old man want with you?"
Gong Yeyan's snow-white, slender fingers moved slightly, gently brushing away a crumb of cookie from the corner of the woman's lips, and replied to her question, "Grandpa asked us to go to the old house."
"Us?" She pointed to herself, a little surprised, "You and me? Together? Do I have to go too?"
"Yes."
"...Alright then." She said, "Give me a few minutes, I'll change clothes."
*
Fifteen minutes later.
