The next second, when she saw the person following behind her, both Mo Xiao and Jian Luo's similar faces showed a touch of astonishment.
"Come in." Jian Qing said.
Ever since he got in the car, the smile on Grandpa An's face has never disappeared. Seeing Mo Xiao sitting in the living room, the wrinkles in his eyes involuntarily deepened.
Uncle Qiu helped him walk over, and Mo Xiao finally came to his senses, rising and striding towards him.
"Grandfather, why did you come here?"
He reached out to support Old Master An, asking with a puzzled look.
Grandpa An gripped his hand firmly and snorted, "Why can you be here and I can't? I remembered your birthday, you ungrateful rabbit. I haven't seen you for days."
Despite his joking manner, a sense of loneliness could be perceived in his words.
Mo Xiao brushed his affectionate gaze downward, without uttering a word.
