As soon as Song Tan posed the question, everyone sensed that something was off.
If Old Lee truly cared for his grandson, he should have come out when Little Chubby was wailing earlier, but why was there now no sign of him?
Thinking back to the noises they had heard before...
"Oh no!" Wu Lan, as if realizing something, hurriedly dashed toward the front, with the crowd following closely behind. They quickly reached the bamboo grove by the entrance to the house.
On closer inspection, they saw Old Lee sprawled out on a bed of bamboo leaves next to the ditch, motionless.
Dahuang stood on the lower terrace of the field, looking at the marks on the edge of the slope. It seemed he had slipped down in a hurry and was unharmed, only he was stopped by Sanbao and Sibao from crossing through the vegetable garden and ended up standing there.
"What happened here?"
