"Does your dad know you can see me?" Du Jianghe cautiously leaned over to Duoduo and asked in a low voice.
He was extremely curious. Having lived for decades and been dead for a few months, it was the first time he encountered a living person who could see him, and it was such a young child.
Duoduo didn't answer immediately. She just looked up and glanced at Lin Jianming behind the counter, "It's the round-bellied dad."
Lin Jianming paused his movements, put down the cloth, looked at his daughter, and asked with a hint of curiosity, "Where is he now?"
Upon hearing this, Duoduo immediately lifted her small hand and pointed to Du Jianghe standing beside her, "Right here."
Du Jianghe instinctively straightened his body, cupped his hands in the direction of Lin Jianming, and politely greeted, "Hello, sir."
