"Grandma, Aunt, are you going to find an aunt for Uncle?" Mo Hudie suddenly appeared, her bright eyes stared at Mrs. Mo and Lin Pingping.
These days, Mo Hudie's condition bettered each day, she who originally weighed only 30 kilograms, now weighed 45 kilograms!
She used to walk slowly, but now she can run.
Lin Pingping gave Mo Hudie's head a gentle pat, "Yes, we are looking for an aunt for your uncle."
Mo Hudie tilted her head and thought for a moment, "I think Sister Ni Yang is very good."
Old Lady Mo laughed gently.
As if suddenly remembering something, Lin Pingping took out a long box from her bag, "Oh, Hudie, Aunt Pingping has prepared a gift for you, open it and see."
Perhaps because Mo Hudie had a similar experience to hers, she couldn't help but feel pained when she looked at Mo Hudie.
Mo Hudie couldn't wait to open the box, and exclaimed joyfully: "Wow! A Picasso pen! Thank you, Aunt Pingping!"
