Chapter 4393 Suspicion
"Pap~"
Another drop.
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The child cried.
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Mr. Jiang suddenly became a little anxious.
"Tangtang."
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The child turned around quickly.
Turning his back to Mr. Jiang.
He reached behind his back and shook it vigorously.
Obviously he didn't want Mr. Jiang to see his crying side.
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Mr. Jiang was frozen in place.
After a while, a sigh escaped from his throat.
He looked around.
Then he took a pack of tissues and placed them next to the child.
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Mr. Jiang stood up and left the room.
He knows that children need space to be alone.
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The door was gently closed.
A few seconds later, a cry echoed in the room.
After crying intermittently, the child finally burst into tears.
The child covered his face with his hands.
Wiping the tears on his face vigorously.
Crying sadly and despairingly.
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Mr. Jiang stood at the door of the child's room.
He vaguely heard something.
His heart felt a little heavy.
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After a while, Mr. Tang adjusted his mood.
He looked at Mr. Jiang.
"Old Jiang, have you discovered anything?"
"Tangtang..."
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Mr. Jiang took a few steps forward.
Left the position near the door.
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"No."
Mr. Jiang stood behind the escalator and looked down.
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Why…...
It's an expected answer.
However, Mr. Tang still could not suppress the strong disappointment that suddenly arose in his heart.
He pressed his stomach hard.
I don’t know if I’m too disappointed…
He felt inexplicably queasy.
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"It's not..."
Mr. Tang murmured.
Hoarseness.
Too.
How could this world exist...
He was also seriously ill and sought medical treatment.
I just think of my granddaughter’s incomprehensible behavior...
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"uncertain."
Mr. Jiang shook his head slightly.
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ah?
After being stunned for a second, Mr. Tang suddenly looked at Mr. Jiang.
What's the meaning?!
Didn't you find nothing?
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"It just feels like..."
Mr. Jiang frowned.
"uncertain……"
He raised his eyes and looked around.
"Let's come and see the child again tonight."
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"night?"
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Tang blurted out.
"Tangtang doesn't like us going to her room at night."
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"Why?"
Old Jiang raised his eyebrows.
Is there still such a thing?
"You didn't tell me this before."
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Mr. Tang was a little confused.
"Is this... important?"
He had so many things to say that it was inevitable that he would miss some.
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"Didn't she like you going to her room at night?"
Mr. Jiang was thoughtful.
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Mr. Tang was stunned by the question.
He frowned and tried to remember.
"……I do not remember……"
"But Tangtang definitely didn't lock the door before."
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"Lock the door?"
Mr. Jiang discovered new information.
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"Um."
Mr. Tang nodded.
"As for what happened a few days ago, I'm worried about Tangtang."
"I'm also worried that she's so focused on painting that she doesn't take a break on time."
"Just go to her house and have a look."
"result……"
He didn't even open the door!?
He walked in naturally...
I didn’t expect that the door wasn’t pushed open…
He almost hit the door panel.
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"I'm surprised."
Thinking of what happened that day, Mr. Tang still felt a little ridiculous.
"Tangtang actually locked the door?!"
"No."
Mr. Tang shook his head.
"My first reaction at that time was that Tangtang had locked the door..."
"But then, my second reaction was that Tangtang was in danger."
"This door is not locked by Tangtang."
"I suddenly became extremely anxious."
"I immediately slammed the door hard."
"Call Tangtang loudly..."
"I hit the door with my body."
"Just when I was debating whether to find the key to the door or call the police..."
"The door is open."
"Tangtang showed half of her head."
"I'm relieved."
If the child can open the door, it means the child is fine.
But the speculation that suddenly popped up before still left Tang Lao with lingering fear.
And soon he discovered something...
The child only opened the door a crack.
Mr. Tang stretched out his hand and pressed it on the door panel.
"Why doesn't the door open?"
Mr. Tang felt strange.
Originally, Mr. Tang didn't necessarily want to enter his granddaughter's room...
"Grandpa is so small that he can't come in."
As he spoke, Mr. Tang exerted slight force on his hands.
He wants to go into the child's house.
For some reason, the child's behavior made him feel a little unspeakable...
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"grandfather!"
The child screams.
Mr. Tang was shocked.
The kid rarely yells like this.
Especially during this time...
The child threw himself on the painting, and he rarely even heard the child's voice.
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"What, what's wrong?"
Mr. Tang was so frightened that he almost stuttered.
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The child looked up at Mr. Tang.
"Grandpa, don't come in."
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"Why?"
After the fright dissipated, deep doubts arose in Mr. Tang's heart.
"What's in your house?"
"Grandpa can't watch?"
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"No."
The child answered too quickly.
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Mr. Tang's heart sank.
Is there really something in your child’s house that you don’t want him to see?
What is it?
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Maybe he saw the suspicion on Mr. Tang's face -
certainly.
Mr. Tang did not hide this.
He even magnified the confusion on his face.
He just wants the children to know his suspicions.
He wants to listen to the child's explanation.
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This time the child stuttered.
"I...paint..."
"I…..."
The child's eyes lit up.
"My painting is not finished yet."
"I don't want grandpa to see it."
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The suspicion on Mr. Tang's face did not weaken at all.
Children are still children after all.
Where can I find a reasonable reason in a short time?
Don't want him to see her paintings?
The problem is that when he came to the child's room during the day, the child did not stop him.
He was not allowed to touch the paper balls all over the floor.
He also stood behind the child and watched her draw.
At this time, she came to tell him that she didn’t want him to see her unfinished painting...
Don’t you think it’s completely unreasonable?
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Mr. Tang will not continue to mess with the child.
He directly pushed open the child's door with his hands.
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The child was pushed back by the door and staggered several steps backward.
Just as he was about to fall to the ground, Mr. Tang caught him.
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After the child stood firm, Mr. Tang let go of his hand.
He couldn't wait to scan the whole room.
Ignore the screams ringing in your ears.
"grandfather!"
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Mr. Tang looked around the entire room.
He even knelt on the floor and looked under the bed.
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Nothing was gained.
so……
Looking at the pale and anxious look on the child's face...
Mr. Tang narrowed his eyes slightly.
Still afraid?
Why?
Mr. Tang was full of doubts.
There is also a lot of anxiety.
It’s the anxiety of knowing that there is something but not being able to find anything.
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"Tangtang."
Since I found nothing on my own...
Mr. Tang asked directly, "What are you hiding?"
"What's in your house?"
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"……No."
After opening and closing his mouth several times, the child made a sound.
The head hung low.
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This is rare.
Tangtang...
This kid always holds his chin up.
This chapter has been completed!
