"Queuing, queuing, always queuing!!!"
Si Dehua, unable to contain his anger, roared after hanging up the phone.
His daughter, Si Nannan, shrank fearfully into her mother Rong Guilan's arms. She was still wearing the pajamas she had on during the video call with Huahua, although they looked dirty, and she hadn't changed out of them.
Rong Guilan, feeling distressed, hugged her daughter and gently stroked her shoulder, murmuring, "It's all right now, it's all right, it might have been a one-off thing, it's gone now."
After speaking, Rong Guilan asked Si Dehua, "Did you get a good look just now? Are you sure that thing isn't in the house anymore?"
