Nearby, a middle-aged man, barely over five-foot-seven, was scolding the child.
Seeing this, Zhang Beixing didn't think much of it. He just assumed some good-hearted person had seen a child playing alone, thought it was dangerous, and had come over to give a warning. He glanced over and paid no more attention.
Just as he turned his head, planning to chat with Lin Siqi about something, the subsequent exchange between the child and the middle-aged man made Zhang Beixing frown slightly.
...
Sitting in the sandbox, the four-year-old girl, having been inexplicably scolded, had an adorable little face full of confusion. She blinked her large eyes, glanced at the distant restroom, then at her bag placed on a nearby bench. She stretched out a chubby hand, pointed, and then began to babble, her words unclear.
