Little Fatty followed back somewhat dejectedly, but didn't see Luo Yirui follow along. Turning around, he saw him still standing at the entrance of the corridor looking out, not knowing what he was keenly observing.
"Luo Yirui, let's go!" Little Fatty said in a low voice.
Luo Yirui couldn't find that figure again; it flashed too quickly in that moment, and he only felt that person looked a lot like Grandpa De San, but he wasn't sure if it was really him.
Hearing Little Fatty's words, he could only turn back and walk away. At this point, he had to tell his mother about it, even if she wouldn't let him take any action, because he couldn't be willful anymore.
He sighed in his heart. His father had told him to act within his means; he wondered if this counted. If they couldn't continue exploring, it would feel like a pity.
Despite this thought, Luo Yirui did not change his mind; compared to life and limb, nothing else mattered.
