She walked over to the couch.
Yan Qiaoqiao was so engrossed in watching TV that she didn't notice her approach at all.
Zhao Yingjun followed her gaze toward the television.
On the screen was an old but exceptionally classic Chinese animated movie—
"Lotus Lantern."
"Do you understand it?"
Zhao Yingjun was somewhat incredulous.
Although everyone knew that Yan Qiaoqiao was about thirteen or fourteen years old... she had amnesia, and in terms of intelligence and cognition, she was almost like an ordinary five- or six-year-old girl.
A five- or six-year-old girl surely couldn't understand an animated movie like "Lotus Lantern," which was somewhat profound, could she?
"Hehe, our Qiaoqiao has made great progress these past couple of days!"
Yan Mei closed the door and walked over proudly, boasting to Zhao Yingjun: