Qi Dafu followed closely behind the elderly couple, holding Qi Manman like a loyal companion, not leaving their side for even a step.
Qi Zheng was holding a bag of pastries and a skewer of candied hawthorns, watching his wife bargain with a vendor at a miscellaneous goods stall.
Just now, their precious granddaughter had seen a pair of hairpins, and Mrs. Qi immediately stepped forward to haggle with the stall owner.
Finally settling on a price, just as she was about to pay, they suddenly heard Qi Manman exclaim.
Mrs. Qi was startled, her hand shook, and she almost dropped her purse.
"Manbao, what's wrong?"
Mrs. Qi couldn't care less about the hairpins and quickly turned to check on her granddaughter.
Only to see Qi Manman's little face scrunched up painfully, she said, "Grandma, I don't feel well, I need to go home."
"What happened? How come you suddenly don't feel well? Quick, let's go back!"
Mrs. Qi spoke as she moved to take Qi Manman.
