Old Mrs. Qin was very satisfied as she pointed to a residence not far away, introducing Li Qiao and Qin Baby to the place where Qin Jin played when he was young.
"Baby, I'll take you around when we're free, okay?"
The child shook his head.
Old Mrs. Qin, "Why don't you want to?"
The child murmured for a while, and neither the grandparent nor the child could understand, as he pointed with his little hand.
Li Qiao looked in the direction he was pointing and saw the house had been divided into individual units. Two young men were sneaking over the wall into one of the courtyards. "Are they thieves? Are you afraid it's dangerous?"
Child: "Mhm."
Even though Old Mrs. Qin was wearing reading glasses, the distance was too far, and all she could see were figures; she couldn't make out what they were doing: "What did they steal?"
"They've entered the house; I can't see either," Li Qiao continued, praising the child's sharp eyes.
The child grinned.
Old Mrs. Qin: "How did you notice?"