The man's straw hat fell to the ground, and just as he looked up, the lights above the convenience store were blinding, clearly illuminating the man's face. Wu Jiaqi suddenly covered her mouth, staring with wide eyes.
Tao Xingxing asked in surprise, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"
Following Wu Jiaqi's gaze, Tao Xingxing saw an oddly dressed man in his forties or fifties picking up the straw hat from the ground, cursing as he put it back on his head. The man lit a cigarette and leisurely walked away.
Tao Xingxing was puzzled. What had his mother seen?
A hint of panic flashed through Wu Jiaqi's eyes, and she subconsciously clutched Tao Xingxing's hand, making him cry out, "Mom, that hurts...!"
Wu Jiaqi quickly let go, "Sorry, Xingxing."
Wu Jiaqi watched as the man gradually disappeared into the darkness, turning a corner, then vanished.