Ying Bao came to realize something. "Xi Baby, Great-Grandpa thinks I'm you."
"Yeah, Great-Grandpa is probably mistaken."
The old man was indeed mistaken. In the memory of his brief and temporary consciousness, he saw Xu Xiyan when she was still a child. He said again, "Yanyan, don't you need to go to kindergarten today?"
Ying Bao was very cooperative and readily pretended to be her mother when she was still a child. She answered her great-grandfather, "Well, Grandpa. Baby has no school today."
"Did your father beat you again? Let Grandpa have a look at you. Are you injured? Is your hand hurt?"
Ying Bao did not understand what he had said and looked at him with a puzzled face.
Xu Xiyan, who was standing at the side, felt her heart grow bitter upon hearing her grandfather's words and tears welled up in her eyes in an instant.
The old man's words would always evoke the sadness of Xu Xiyan's childhood.