Xiang Beifei took out a pen, spread out the notebook, and recorded the words he had seen on Grandpa's system interface—[Bone Mountain... store... manager]—in the notebook. He also jot down the matter concerning Xiao Sheng, lining up all the clues and sorting them out.
So far, the clues were fragmented and a key thread was missing to tie them all together.
"What are you writing?" Xiang Qingde inquired.
"I am taking notes on Grandpa's words," Xiang Beifei said earnestly, "Excerpting Grandpa's sage advice, which I can use as material for essays in the future."
"Ah... Is that so?"
Xiang Qingde was taken aback—how come the kid's responses were always so out of the box?
He had intended to persuade his grandson not to be too impulsive next, but his grandson's words had completely thrown off his train of thought.
"I was just speaking off the cuff, nothing profound," Xiang Qingde said, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed following his grandson's mention.