All these years, old Mrs. Cen had never lost to Old Mrs. Zuo. The only one who lost to Old Mrs. Zuo was her great-grandson. She was a little unhappy, but this did not stop her from liking the children on the ground, she squatted down and asked, “Baby, What’s Your Name?”
The little guy said obediently, “My name is Zuo Zihan. I’m three years old this year!”
Looking at the cute and cute little friend, Old Mrs. Cen couldn’t wait to take him home immediately.
What a pity!
This wasn’t her great-grandson.
“Good, that’s great!”Old Mrs. Cen continued, “Do you know what your great-grandmother’s name is?”
The little guy nodded. “Her name is Li Cuihua!”
Li Cuihua!
This little guy really dared to say that.
One had to know that in the past, Old Mrs. Zuo cared the most about people calling her by her name.
The people who were with her, this one was called poetic sentiment, that one was called Hua Yi, and she was called Cui Hua!
“PFFT!”Old Lady Cen laughed out loud.
