Meng Yali had no choice but to go back to her room and praised Song Yiyi's "Qingyi".

When she returned to the dining table, Fu Sichen had just walked behind Song Qinrong with a stack of stuffed red cloth.

"Ah, you've started eating?" At this moment, a passionate voice sounded from the door.

It turned out that Song Muyao was back.

She had just arrived home and had not had time to change her clothes, so she wanted to say hello to her grandma quietly. Who knew that as soon as she came in, she saw two sisters gathered around the table, as if showing something.

Meng Yali's eyes changed as soon as she saw her and she urged: "Yaoyao, you are back! Why did you come to grandma's birthday party when you dress like this? This is not OK!"

"I know, Aunt Second, don't worry, my grandma will go to change her clothes in one go."

Song Muyao waved, walked straight over and picked up Zhao Shuying's face, and just squirted.

Zhao Shuying's eyes narrowed into a slit.

She stood up and was about to leave when her eyes turned around and fell on a stack of books that Meng Yali placed on the table.

"Damn!!! Isn't this "Qingyi"? Ahhhhhh, second aunt, where did you find the baby!"

Song Muyao's eyes suddenly became straight, and without saying a word, a vicious dog was about to pounce on him.

Zhao Shuying was so scared that she immediately stood up, pushed Song Muyao's dog paw away, and kept the book in her hand.

"This is the birthday gift Yiyi gave me. You haven't washed your hands yet, so don't touch it!"

Song Muyao's heart was bleeding: "Grandma! When I just held your face with these hands, you didn't even dislike me!"

Zhao Shuying took the initiative: "My face is not as important as these treasures!"

Seeing that the two grandparents and grandchildren who had just returned to each other and became enemies for a few books "Qingyi", Song Yiyi smiled even deeper. She turned her head and looked at Song Qinrong with a smile.

"Sister, you saw my gift, right? Can you see your gift now?"

Fu Sichen had already put the things in his hand on the table. I don’t know if he was intentional, but the things were placed next to Song Yiyi’s gift.

Song Qinrong walked forward, and her fair and slender fingers neatly uncovered the red silk on it, revealing the true appearance of the pile of things.

It is also a stack of hardcover versions of "Qingyi"!
Chapter completed!