All the adults in the house were busy, and even old Madam Xia was using scissors to cut the window decorations. She hadn't cut the window decorations in many years, and today was the first time she picked up a pair of scissors after losing her daughter.
Qingsi was playing with the lantern that Xia Anlan had bought for her. When she heard the doorbell ring, she ran over with the lantern in her hand. "I'll open the door. "
The moment she opened the door, qingsi looked up and saw the person outside. She was so scared that she took two steps back and clenched the light in her hand.
"Qingsi ... Who's here?" grandma Xia asked.
Qingsi didn't say anything. She bit her lip, her face a little pale, and her face was full of resistance.
The three people outside the door looked at her and smiled. Their smiles made qingsi feel very uncomfortable.
