Mr. Tang was stopped.

He frowned and tried hard to recall.

“…I don’t remember…”

"But Tangtang certainly didn't lock the door before."

...

"Lock the door?"

Mr. Jiang discovered new information again.

...

"Um."

Old Tang nodded.

"Just what happened a few days ago, I'm not sure about Tangtang."

"I'm also worried that she's devoted herself to painting and doesn't rest on time."

"Just go to her house to check it out."

"result……"

He didn't even open the door!?

He was going to walk in naturally...

Unexpectedly, the door was not pushed open...

He almost hit the door panel.

...

"I'm surprised."

Thinking of what happened that day, Mr. Tang still felt a bit ridiculous.

"Tangtang actually locked the door?!"

"No."

Mr. Tang shook his head.

"My first reaction at that time was that Tangtang actually locked the door..."

"But immediately, my second reaction was that Tangtang was in danger."

"This door is not locked by Tangtang."

"I was so anxious."

"I immediately slapped the door hard."

"Call Tangtang loudly..."

"I used my body to hit the door."

"Just when I was struggling to find the key to the door or call the police..."

"The door is open."

"Tangtang reveals half of her head."

"I breathed a sigh of relief."

If a child can come to open the door, it means that the child is fine.

However, the sudden speculation that appeared before still made Mr. Tang feel scared.

And soon he discovered something...

The child just opened the door a crack.

Mr. Tang reached out and pressed his hand on the door panel

"What are the doors that don't open?"

Mr. Tang found it strange.

Originally, Mr. Tang didn't have to go into his granddaughter's room...

"Grandpa Chou is so small that he can't get in."

While speaking, Old Tang exerted a little force on his hand.

He is going to enter the child's house.

For some reason, the child's performance made him feel indescribable...

...

"grandfather!"

The child screams.

It scared Mr. Tang.

This child rarely yells like this.

Especially during this period...

When the child pounced on painting, he rarely heard the child's voice.

...

"What, what's wrong?"

Old Tang was so scared that he stuttered.

...

The child looked up at Mr. Tang.

"Grandpa, don't come in."

...

"Why?"

The fright dissipated, and a deep sense of doubt arose in Mr. Tang's heart.

"What's in your house?"

"Can't grandpa watch?"

...

"No."

The child answered too quickly.

...

Old Tang's heart sank.

Is there really something in the child's house that he doesn't want him to see?

What is it?

...

Maybe it was to see Mr. Tang’s suspicion on his face-

certainly.

Mr. Tang did not cover up this.

He even amplified the doubts on his face.

He just wants the child to know his suspicion.

He wants to listen to the child's explanation.

...

This time I stuttered.

“I…draw…”

"I…..."

The child's eyes lit up.

“My painting is not finished yet.”

"I don't want my grandfather to see it."

...

Mr. Tang's suspicion did not weaken at all.
To be continued...