"Oh, yes, I did give her that bucket of brake oil." Grandpa Feng hesitated and said, "Wait!"
Mei Shu, with a puzzled expression, watched the stooped figure of the old man as he walked into the warehouse.
She and Mei Feng looked at each other, both seeing deep confusion in each other's eyes.
Mei Feng lowered his voice and said, "Sister, don't you think this old man remembers what happened back then too well?"
Mei Shu nodded and said, "I think he probably knows something. Let's follow him and take a look!"
The two of them reached an agreement and quietly followed behind.
Grandpa Feng quickly walked to the small warehouse at the back. After pushing open the heavy wooden door, dust immediately fell on the old man.
Mei Shu quickly took out a tissue to help him brush away the dust.
