The richest man's parents were kidnapped, and his adorable son captivated the entire family.

Nan Yuan'er was amused by her words and replied in agreement, "It's more than just being scared; I thought you were possessed by some evil spirit. For a moment, I was even thinking about how to exorcise it for you later."

"Aunt Yuan'er, does exorcising evil spirits hurt a lot?" Mengmeng asked earnestly.

She thought about how they had involuntarily done things a few days ago, and how her father, brother, and uncles still couldn't act according to their own will, so she felt that the impurities in their bodies hadn't left yet.

Last night she asked Xiaobai, and Xiaobai also talked about exorcising evil spirits.

Ruolan lowered her head and asked, "Mengmeng, why are you suddenly curious about this?"

"Should we also help Daddy, Brother, and Uncle get rid of the impurities in their bodies?" Mengmeng asked earnestly.

It is very painful for a person not to be able to do things according to their own wishes, and it would be even worse if they did something that would damage their identity.

"Don't worry," Nan Yuan'er reassured them, "They'll be fine."

Mengmeng was a little confused. She didn't understand why Nan Yuan'er was so sure that her father and the others wouldn't be in any danger.

"Pick up your food at 106!"

The loudspeaker overhead was broadcasting the order number.

Ruolan got up and walked quickly toward the food pick-up area.

"Mengmeng, wait here for a moment. I'm going to the restroom, I'll be right back. Don't wander off." Nan Yuan'er was worried about leaving Mengmeng alone, seeing Ruolan still standing there waiting to get food. However, since becoming pregnant, she had experienced frequent and urgent urination; if she was even a little slow, she might urinate.

Sensing Nan Yuan'er's discomfort, Mengmeng immediately nodded in agreement, "Aunt Yuan'er, don't worry, Mengmeng will be very, very good and wait here for you and Mom to come back."

"Okay." Nan Yuan'er replied, and with her handbag in hand, headed towards the restrooms according to the signs in the store.

Mengmeng sat on the chair, swinging her little legs back and forth, her eyes looking this way and that.

Her gaze fell once again on the man's back. Curious, she got off the chair and walked towards him.

"Hello, Uncle!" Mengmeng greeted the man as she approached him.

Hearing the child's innocent voice, Lu Shengyan put down his coffee, looked up, and stared in the direction of the sound.

"Uncle, do you still remember Mengmeng?" Mengmeng asked expectantly.

If you think about it carefully, they've met a few times. The last time was just a few days ago at the nursing home, where she promised to help him cure his eyesight.

Lu Shengyan has a lot to do every day, but most of the people around him are business people. It is Mengmeng who he remembers most vividly.

"The little girl from the nursing home?" Lu Shengyan asked rhetorically.

Seeing that he really remembered her, Mengmeng immediately pulled out a chair next to her and sat down. "Yes, Uncle, you still remember Mengmeng."

"Of course I remember, after all, you're the only one who automatically promised to cure my feelings," Lu Shengyan joked.

He had been blind for a long time and didn't care whether his eyes would recover anytime soon. The child in front of him, on the other hand, was more interesting to him.

Mengmeng sighed and explained to herself, "Something happened at the nursing home that day. I forgot to get your contact information, Uncle. But don't worry, I'll get your contact information again when I see you today."

The conversation turned playful and cheerful towards the end.

Still haven't given up?

Lu Shengyan found it interesting.

How can a child under four years old have behaviors that are more daring and imaginative than a doctor?

Isn't she afraid that if he doesn't recover his eyesight, he'll blame her and laugh at her for overestimating herself?

Mengmeng turned her head and asked, "Uncle, do you have paper and a pen?"

Lu Shengyan shook his head.

Seeing the passing waitress, Mengmeng jumped down from her chair and politely extended her hand to block her way, saying, "Sister."

Her sweet little mouth called out, and she was also very cute. The waiter knelt down and gently asked, "What's wrong, little sister?"

"Sister, I need paper and a pen. Do you have any here?" Mengmeng asked.

The waiter listened and shook his head, saying, "I don't have any on me right now. But there are some at the counter; I'll go get them for you."

"Thank you, sister!" Mengmeng called out sweetly.

At this moment, Nan Yuan'er returned from the toilet and, not seeing Mengmeng, looked around anxiously.

"Mengmeng!"

Upon seeing Mengmeng's figure, Nan Yuan'er quickly walked over.

"Aunt Yuan'er." When Mengmeng saw Nan Yuan'er, she remembered the words she had spoken to her before going to the toilet. "Aunt Yuan'er, I'm sorry, Mengmeng made you worry."

Nan Yuan'er hugged Mengmeng tightly, feeling the warmth emanating from her body, and her heart, which had been pounding, finally calmed down.

"Don't blame yourself, your aunt doesn't blame you. I just didn't see you when I came out and thought you were in some danger."

“Aunt Yuan’er, Mengmeng just saw an uncle she’d seen before.”

Mengmeng peeked out from Nan Yuan'er's arms and turned to look at Lu Shengyan, who was still sitting next to her.

He held a cup of coffee in his hand and ate his hearty and delicious breakfast. It seemed that everything the two people around him were saying had nothing to do with her.

Only after Mengmeng reminded her did Nan Yuan'er realize that Lu Shengyan was standing next to her. She wanted to see who it was that could make Mengmeng forget her instructions and insist on coming over to him.

Lu Shengyan felt two burning gazes and looked up to meet them.

Faced with his unwavering gaze, Nan Yuan'er felt embarrassed and looked away. She looked down at Mengmeng beside her and asked, "Can we go now?"

Ruolan had already picked up the food and was walking towards their table. At the same time, the waiter whom Mengmeng had asked for help was also walking towards them with paper and pen.

Mengmeng said to Nan Yuan'er, "Aunt Yuan'er, Mengmeng will have to wait a while before she can go over."

"Do we have to wait a little longer?" Nan Yuan'er couldn't help but ask.

What could possibly require her to spend so much time on him?

"Little sister, here's the paper and pen you wanted." The waiter handed the items to Mengmeng.

Mengmeng accepted it with a smile and quickly thanked her, "Thank you, sister!"

"What do you need paper and pen for?" Nan Yuan'er immediately became alert.

She was a three- or four-year-old child, and the other was a man in his fifties or sixties. With such a significant age difference, they shouldn't have been in contact.

Mengmeng opened the pen cap and focused her gaze on the white paper. "Mengmeng wants to write down Uncle's contact information."

"Contact information?" Nan Yuan'er repeated, but after thinking for a moment, she immediately refused, "No way!"

Lu Shengyan, who hadn't spoken until now, couldn't help but sneer.

Does this child think that making him happy is a fun thing to do?