The carriage had just stopped in front of the manor.
The old lady then shouted from the bottom of her heart, and everyone could not help but walk towards the carriage.
Qing Qing, Qing Qing, the old ancestor's darling ... Just as the old lady arrived in front of the carriage, a pair of fair hands reached out from the carriage and jumped straight onto the old lady.
The old lady was almost thrown off her feet.
Everyone was shocked, and only then did they pull that girl away.
The old lady had always liked her eldest grandson. After her eldest grandson married and gave birth to a little girl, Qingqing, she liked her even more and directly raised her in front of her.
Now, he was naturally happy.
"Old ancestor, Qing Qing missed you, Qing Qing missed you so much ... Qing Qing suffered a lot, Qing Qing finally came home." The seven-year-old girl lay on the old lady's body, and tears fell.
A little boy stood behind her. It was brother Yuan, Xia ningyan's son.
