The backdrop can also be propped up.

K011 pushed the wheelchair and asked the elderly man in it, "Sir, where is your guardian?"

"I don't have a guardian," the old man said irritably.

“If that’s the case, then may I ask where you live? Or which ward in the hospital are you in? If you’d like to walk around a bit more, I’ll push you outside for a while longer. If you want to go back, I’ll take you back.” K011 said as she pushed the wheelchair toward the center of the park, which was empty but still quite crowded.

Once they reached the center of the park, the old man really didn't want the child to push his wheelchair anymore, so he said, "You can leave now. I have a phone, and I'll contact someone later to ask them to come and pick me up."

“I’m fine,” K011 said, her hands still on the armrests of her wheelchair. “If you want to go back, call someone now. I can stay with you until they come to pick you up.”

The old man fell silent—why was this little brat so stubborn?

Helpless, the old man had to pick up his phone and call the caregiver. Because the little brat seemed to be a man of his word, he actually pushed the wheelchair to the center of the park and plopped down next to the old man's wheelchair. No matter how much the old man moved the wheelchair, the little brat's bottom moved just as much.

If he really wanted this little brat to leave, he'd have to call the caregiver. The old man dialed the number, wondering where the child had come from and how his sudden appearance had disrupted his plans. He told the caregiver where he was.

After finishing the call, the old man turned to look at the somewhat strange child and said, "My people will be here to pick me up soon. You can leave now."

K011 remains motionless. I will stay here with your husband until your caregiver arrives.

The old man was completely exasperated by K011 and gave up on talking to him. He just sat there with K011, thinking that children are always restless and that if he ignored the child, he would run away in no time.

The old man and K011 sat on the grass, watching the crowds coming and going in the park.

After a while, the old man couldn't help but pick up his phone to check the time and found that five minutes had passed.

"This kid can really hold on," the old man thought to himself, and couldn't help but turn to look at the child beside him.

The child is dressed quite neatly, not like the kind whose parents aren't strict. But where are the child's parents? He's dressed so neatly; surely they're watching him. The old man thought.

How old is this child? Twelve? Thirteen? Then the old man looked at Kk011's flesh-colored face and the clothes he was wearing and began to make his own guesses.

Whether it's a boy or a girl, with hair that long, it must be a girl, right?

This child should be at school at this time. The little girl doesn't look sick, so why is she running around playing without an adult watching her...? Skipping school? Are schools so lax these days?

The old man looked at K011's clothes again and sighed after confirming that they were not a school uniform. This little girl was not wearing a school uniform. If she were, he would take a picture to find out which school she was from and then call the school to tell them that the child had run away.

Honestly, everything was planned out. The old man leaned back in his wheelchair, very unhappy, as this little girl had completely interrupted him.