Ou Mucen nodded, waved to him, and motioned for him to come over, then squatted down in front of him: "Xiaobao, Daddy's asking you, do you know if your granddad is still around?"
"Granddad?"
The five-year-old child, upon hearing this, let his gemstone-like eyes circle around his dad's face: "Daddy means Mommy's dad?"
Ou Mucen nodded: "Yes, just your Mommy's dad, have you seen him?"
Ou Xiaobao shook his head: "No, but I heard Uncle Lin and Grandpa Li mention it."
"Grandpa Li?"
"Yes, it was the time before when Daddy dropped me off here, and one day when Mommy was busy, I went to play with Uncle Lin. Then I overheard him asking Grandpa Li whether they should bring Mommy's dad over, saying the medical conditions here are good and can provide treatment."
One cannot deny, Xiaobao's logical thinking is incredibly strong for such a young child. He was able to understand and neatly organize the remarks casually spoken by the adults around him.
