Thinking of this, he looked down and suddenly saw a padlock being handed to him. When he turned around, he saw Lin Changyi, who was much shorter than him, holding a brass padlock from their home and looking at him expectantly.
"Brother Changhong, lock it up. What if Second Sister runs out again?"
Lin Changhong reached out, affectionately patting the little one's head, and took the padlock into his own hand.
Even seven-year-old Lin Changyi is so disappointed in his own sister, what else could he say? Is there anything left to say? He might as well lock it and take the key away.
...
Yang Lin was helped onto the bed. After spending a little time with him, Lin Baiyi came out, seeing the two old folks in the yard looking worried and muttering something.
"Dad, Mom, why are you in the yard? It's quite cold outside, let's go inside and rest."
Upon hearing this, Lin Laogeng turned his head to glance at him and shook his head.
"How can we rest? The day has been quite chaotic."