Rachel was panicking now.
Pounding the door hard.
Beatrice, who was feeding the chickens in the yard, heard the noise and immediately looked at Gregory, "You go up quickly."
Rachel usually woke up at seven or eight o'clock.
Didn't expect her to wake up so early today.
Beatrice squinted her eyes.
"Alright." Gregory picked up the key and ran upstairs quickly.
"Don't worry, baby, Daddy's here!"
Hearing Gregory's voice, Rachel breathed a sigh of relief, "Dad, the door seems to be locked, can you see what's going on!"
"It's okay, it's okay," Gregory had already thought of an excuse, "It seems to be blown shut by the wind, this lock of ours should have been changed a long time ago."
There are many trees and strong winds in the countryside, so Rachel didn't think much about it, she just asked, "Can it be opened now?"
"Yes."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gregory unlocked the door.
"Are you alright, baby?" Gregory smiled kindly.
