"Master, based on what I see, his attire is only slightly shabby, but he lives quite an okay life. We don't have to help him, right?" Red Boy asked.
Fangzheng shook his head without saying a word. He quietly watched, prompting Red Boy to only watch silently as well.
Yuan Hai took the food and walked to the riverside before silently standing there.
Fangzheng had an idea come to him. Could Yuan Hai be reminiscing? Just as Fangzheng was about to cast A Golden Millet Dream, he saw Yuan Hai move. He scattered the food into the river as he let out a whimpering sound, as though he was saying something.
Red Boy asked perplexed, "Master, could his daughter have drowned to death? But if she had drowned to death, why would he be handing out pamphlets to seek her out? Or could he be paying respects to someone else?"
Fangzheng was also baffled and unsure of what was happening.
