"Grandpa, everything is ready upstairs. Do you want to come?" Jing Yan walked into the sitting room, not even sparing He Miao a glance.
He did not invite her, but He Miao did not mind. She turned to Grandpa Jing and asked for his opinion.
Grandpa Jing looked at Jing Yan with a strange expression. Jing Yan had never invited him to hang out when he brought his friends home. What was wrong with him today?
However, when he thought of Jing Yan's birthday, he smiled and stood up, holding He Miao's hand. "Can you accompany this old man for a meal?"
"Of course I will," He Miao supported him and pointed at the last piece of cake left in the box on the table. "Grandpa, why don't you finish it before going?"
"I'll save it for when you come back." Grandpa Jing followed her upstairs with a smile.
Jing Yan deliberately lagged behind. When he caught a glimpse of the last piece of osmanthus cake on the table, he felt a little upset.
