"I am Yu Yao!" Mo Yuyao walked up to Grandpa Li on her own, then took out a bag of things from the backpack on her shoulders and said, "This is some food I brought for you, you can eat it!"
"Who are you? I don't know you!" Grandpa Li's eyes flashed cautiously, but when he saw what Mo Yuyao was holding, his expression softened considerably.
"Ah, that memory problem of yours is still not better!" Mo Yuyao sighed helplessly and said to Song Yun who was beside her, "Grandpa Li has a bit of dementia and forgets a lot of things, so I have to come by often and bring some food, otherwise he might end up starving."
"What about the child?" Song Yun asked softly.
"Kidnapped," Mo Yuyao replied. "He was abducted when he was very young, so Grandpa Li's wife ran away in anger. Perhaps due to that shock, Grandpa Li's mind has been a bit off since then."
"What are you mumbling about?" Grandpa Li said with a furrowed brow, "Who are you?"
