"No name?"
For an orphan like him, abandoned from childhood, having no name was perfectly normal.
Su Qiao assumed he had no name and wondered what she should name him.
But the boy's lips twitched. Stammering slightly, he said, "Yu... Yu Xiaoliu. My name is Yu Xiaoliu."
"Yu Xiaoliu?"
Little Six?
Could it be because he was ranked sixth?
Had he named himself?
"Do you have an ID card?"
Yu Xiaoliu's eyes dimmed, and he slowly shook his head.
He had seen other people's ID cards and knew what they looked like, but he had never dared hope to have one himself.
Just as the vagrants who lived with him in the Underground Passage had said, something like an ID card wasn't something vermin from the sewers and filthy drains like them should have.
For people like them, having something to eat and staying alive long enough to breathe was already good enough.
"It's all right if you don't have one. Tomorrow, I'll find a way to get one for you."
He needed an ID card before he could handle anything else.
For someone like him, the first thing he needed was a legitimate identity, so he could become confident.
"By the way, who gave you this name?"
Su Qiao felt that, given his personality, it was rather unlikely that he had named himself.
Besides, he had been abandoned as a child. How did he know that his surname was "Yu"?
A somewhat blurry, weathered face covered in wrinkles flashed through Yu Xiaoliu's mind. With a hint of pride, he said, "Grandpa."
Su Qiao froze.
Wasn't he an abandoned orphan?
"You still have a grandpa?"
Yu Xiaoliu seemed to have thought of something unpleasant. His expression turned somewhat ugly, and most noticeably, his purplish-red eyes grew even redder.
His mood