After dinner, Youyou was about to return to his room when Gong Jie suddenly put his arm around the boy's shoulders and asked, "What do you do in your room every day? Meditate?"
Youyou slapped the man's hand away and glared at him, as if giving him a silent warning: Don't touch me.
"Why are you glaring at Uncle?" Gong Jie said righteously, "I'm doing this for your own good. If you weren't my nephew, I wouldn't care less if all your limbs degenerated from lying down all day."
Yun Shishi chimed in, "That's right, Youyou. You can't stay in your room every day. You have to go out for a walk occasionally."
Upon hearing this, Mu Yazhe suddenly suggested, "Why don't we take him out for a walk? It might be beneficial to his memory."
She found his words reasonable.
Gong Jie added, "I heard that there's an outdoor music festival at Manhattan Plaza tonight. It starts at eight. Why don't we go for a stroll and take a look at the event?"