Jiang Mianmian at first quite enjoyed being praised by everyone, but as their words became more and more exaggerated, she started to feel overwhelmed.
In contrast, Yu Cheng, who always disliked noise, maintained an air of calm composure.
It was then that someone asked, "Then should we try touching San Ya, to see if we can also share in the good fortune?"
"Maybe that'll work!"
Jiang Mianmian instantly panicked and tugged at her dad's hand, "Dad, I'm going back to my room to do homework."
She didn't want her face touched and pinched, especially by so many people; her delicate little face would surely become swollen and red.
After she spoke, she attempted to hop down from the bench, but it was a moment too late. A pair of withered hands reached out to her, "San Ya, come here, let your auntie hug you."
She swiftly turned around only to be met with a smiling face, "And a hug from your aunt."
Jiang Mianmian: ...No, I'm not letting anyone hug me.
