"Duo Duo, are you alright?" Mrs. Clegg's face was as pale as death with fear.
Duo Duo clutched Hank Clegg's clothes, only shaking her head and saying nothing.
Truth be told, she purposefully fell just now.
Her Grandma's cry of alarm made her realize how dangerous it was for a toddler to do such an act.
However, she managed to navigate through it confidently, a feat quite unlike a typical six-year-old.
Did Hank Clegg notice? Would he become suspicious of her?
Hank comforted Mrs. Clegg, "She's fine, just a bit scared. Mom, you go about your business, I'll hold her for a bit."
Hearing her son say this, Mrs. Clegg finally strolled off, looking back thrice with each step.
After Mrs. Clegg disappeared, Hank Clegg lowered his head, looking at the top of Duo Duo's dark little head in his arms. He touched her shoulders, straightening her posture.
Looking into her bright eyes, he suddenly asked, "Did you put the necklace in the jewellery box?"
