She hid in a corner, shielded by the shadow of the house, afraid of being discovered by the people inside, and equally afraid of being spotted by anyone else.
Zhuang Yuanshuang was a little over 1.6 meters tall, and she didn't even dare to stand up straight right now.
The woman inside seemed to have finally tired of scolding, holding the wailing child as she stood at the doorway.
The little ghost that had been following Zhuang Yuanshuang suddenly got a mischievous idea. It zipped past quickly, and the middle-aged woman at the door, upon seeing that fleeting figure, instinctively started shouting. She no longer held the child, but set it aside and rushed out to catch the intruder.
Zhuang Yuanshuang didn't know what she had seen, but it wasn't important.
She swiftly slipped into the room and picked up the still-crying child.
The child, back in familiar arms, suddenly quieted down.
Zhuang Yuanshuang didn't dare to linger there and hurried out with the child.
