"Dad, Dad."

In the small courtyard of her grandfather's house, Wen Yang was earnestly repeating to his daughter, "Come on, say it with me, Dad."

The once well-maintained little yard had long been neglected. Fallen leaves and weeds were scattered everywhere, with only the area in front of the gate still relatively clean. The large black dog that once roamed the yard had passed away long ago, leaving behind only a doghouse made of stone bricks and a rusty iron chain.

Ning Chu walked out of the house with a sugar orange in hand, taking her time: "Why are you …