The boy had a pair of big bright eyes.

His skin was light, and he wore a white T-shirt paired with dark blue denim overalls. His small face was both delicate and adorable.

"You're too tall. It's rude to talk down to me. Squat down first."

The little boy, standing on his toes and looking slightly displeased, gestured for Lyndon to squat down to his level for the conversation.

Lyndon, intrigued, raised an eyebrow and complied, squatting to meet the boy's gaze.

"Alright, I'm squatting. What do you want to tell me?"

The boy stared his handsome face and asked, "Do you want to be Tilda's boyfriend?"

Lyndon found this amusing.

He came to the hospital for a follow-up examination today due to a previous head injury.

Unexpectedly, he discovered the boy following him when he left the hospital.

He assumed the boy was lost, only to realize the little guy was intentionally trailing him.

And he even mentioned helping Tilda find a boyfriend.

Concerned the boy's parents might be worried, Lyndon had the boy call them first to ensure his safety.

Initially, Lyndon wondered if the little guy would remember the phone number of his parents.

But, despite his young age, the boy seemed smart and recalled the number with ease.

"And who is Tilda?"

Lyndon wasn't in a hurry to leave either. Instead, he asked with great interest.

The boy blinked his big eyes and said in a youthful tone, “Tilda is my wife."

Lyndon was momentarily stunned, gazing at the little guy's delicate face before bursting into laughter.

"Your wife? But why are you helping her find a boyfriend?"