Right.
The parent with the child was none other than Situ Zhe.
The child was his nephew.
His sister had something to do and entrusted him to look after the child for a day.
A five-year-old child is at the most mischievous age. Situ Zhe had only looked away for a moment, and the child had scampered off to the front.
If the nephew had been hit by the streetlight today, he surely would have been dead.
The nephew was the treasured child his sister and her husband had only had after three years of marriage. Normally, they would carry him in their hands, afraid he might fall, and hold him in their mouths, afraid he might melt.
If something really had happened to him, he wouldn't be able to explain it to his sister.
It might even affect their sibling relationship.
Thinking of this, Situ Zhe felt a wave of relief wash over him.
Thank goodness.
Thank goodness he had met a savior.