"Excuse me, sir, have you heard of a tailor named Yu Qian here in town?"
On a street in Yunshan Town, Liang Zhu hurried to catch up with an old man walking in haste.
"Yu Qian? I've never heard that name..."
Holding his grandson's hand, the old man hurried toward the outskirts of town.
Seemingly realizing that Liang Zhu was an outsider, the old man turned to remind her:
"Miss, there are no survivors left in Yunshan Town. Leave quickly, or when the mudslide comes down the mountain, you'll die here too."
Her brows tightly knitted, Liang Zhu nodded and said softly:
"Thank you for the warning, sir."
After glancing at his frail grandson, Liang Zhu suddenly took two cakes from inside her robe and offered them to him.
"Sir, take these two cakes. They'll keep your hunger at bay on the road."
The grandson was just reaching out to take them when he drew his hand back and looked timidly at the old man beside him.
Seeing this, Liang Zhu promptly pressed the two cakes into the child's hands and said solemnly:
"Keep them."
The old man sighed, then looked sternly at the child.
"Quickly, thank this young lady."
Clutching the cakes, the child said delightedly:
"Thank you, miss!"
Liang Zhu smiled and shook her head.
"You're welcome."
Just as she turned to meet up with Xu Chengling, who had gone searching separately, the child, who had just taken a bite of cake, suddenly seemed to remember something and called out to her:
"Miss, when Grandpa rescued me, there was a man in the shop next door trying to save his wife. I think his surname was Yu!"
Liang Zhu's eyes immediately lit up, and she asked:
"Where is that shop?"
The old man spoke up then:
"Go straight