My heart wanted to shout with joy, but on the surface, I had to approach Ji Ting calmly.

He parked the car not far away, and his steps getting out of the car were obviously a bit unnatural.

I knew it. Damn speed bumps made his butt numb.

I lovingly looked at Ji Ting, wishing I could turn back and smooth out all the speed bumps along the way.

This was my future lifesaver!

He sat down calmly, took a sip from the thermos cup.

To be fair, Ji Ting took good care of himself and looked like a sturdy and tall middle-aged man.

Within a few minutes of sitting down, a few old men approached and started chatting with him.

I pretended to be passing by and eavesdropped silently.

I thought they were important figures hiding in plain sight, but they turned out to be the grandpas from the nearby residential area.

They affectionately put their arms around Ji Ting's shoulder and discussed one thing—whether or not to play a game of chess.

Only then did I notice the chessboard in Ji Ting's bike basket.

Wow, the CEO of the company enjoys riding his bike to the park and playing chess.

I gave myself a mental thumbs-up.

Could such a healthy hobby be something a pervert like his son would have?

My dad really has good taste!

The chess game began, and Ji Ting focused intently on the chessboard, contemplating each move for a long time.

People around him gathered, and I stopped pretending to pass by and joined the crowd openly.

Seeing Ji Ting's concentrated expression, I doubted he would even realize if his bike got stolen.

I couldn't understand chess, so I was just staring absentmindedly.

Casually glancing at Ji Ting's bicycle, I couldn't believe my eyes.

There was actually a thief riding away in broad daylight!

Dad, seriously, why didn't you lock your bike?

Ji Ting was completely immersed in the game, completely unaware.

I was getting anxious as the thief was quickly riding away.

"Uncle!" I shouted, "Your bike is gone!"

He didn't even lift his head, chuckled lightly, and explained, "Little girl, you don't understand. It's a pronunciation joke."

I was stunned.

"Okay, Uncle, your 'bike' is gone."

He paused for a second.

Huh?

In that moment of confusion, I knew it was my turn to perform.

I dashed after the thief.