"I'm so angry."
A little head peeked in at the door, a timid young girl looked over, Meng Shujing took a deep breath, pulled out a smile, and waved at the little girl: "Xuanxuan, come to grandma."
Wei Xuan ran over, threw herself into Meng Shujing's arms. Meng Shujing held the thin little body tightly, feeling overwhelming heartache, "Look at this child, she looks so much like your second sister when she was little... I don't know when your second sister will come home." She sighed deeply.
"Xuanxuan, let auntie hold you." Yan Xing particularly adored this little niece, often holding her for no reason, and Wei Xuan never felt shy, always being gentle and obedient to everyone, making her especially lovable.
Wei Xuan snuggled in Yan Xing's arms, hugging her shoulders. Yan Xing took the snacks from the table and stuffed them into her hand, "Eat it quickly."
