The young man was wearing a mask. He walked to Old Master Tang without a word.
Old Master Tang was anxious. Could it be that this young man was going to take something out? Was this man going to take advantage of the fact that he was old, weak, and sick to attack him?
"Grandpa, shush!" A clear voice sounded from the mask. It was a female voice.
Old Master Tang fixed his gaze on her and saw a pair of familiar eyes. They were clear and exceptionally quick-witted. However, the mask covered her other facial features, making it difficult to tell who she was.
"Let me help you up first!" She held onto Old Master Tang. "I'll call the ambulance for you. Did you think I wanted to snatch your phone?"
She couldn't help but laugh. It was pleasant and clear as a wind chime.
Old Master Tang was convinced by her laughter and realized he was being petty.
