Song Qingwan was startled and helped the little girl up from the ground.
Their eyes met with his serious, stern face, as if she had instantly returned to her childhood.
Her hands and feet involuntarily fidgeted a bit, and her usually clear and crisp voice carried a trace of hesitation:
"Um... Dad, is there something you needed?"
The fish in this pond belonged to the old man, and usually only he would fish here.
Song Qingwan speculated:
Perhaps they hadn't asked the old man for permission to fish, and he was upset, coming specifically to question them.
Just as she was about to explain, she saw the old man's sharp gaze as he firmly commanded:
"Pack up your things here and go fish at my place!"
The old man's temper was still as cold and hard as ever, offering no reasons and directly ordering them to relocate, coolly saying, "I've requisitioned this place!"
The old man had pondered for a long time, thinking it must be because of the location.
