Star seemed to understand what he was saying and held the envelope in his mouth, humming vaguely as if to thank the little boy. Then, he ran off with the envelope between his teeth. It wasn't until he reached the small corner by the shoe cabinet that he finally put it down.
In this corner, besides this freshly placed envelope, there was an orange ping pong ball, a small yellow duck, and a small piece of wood. These were all gifts that his father had given to him over the past couple of days, which he had stashed away here.
Zhu Qianying, who was helping out in the kitchen, occasionally checked on her son. Seeing that her son was getting along well with the Yan's family brought her some relief.
Even though she constantly felt uncomfortable since moving in here, at least her son was happy, which was what mattered the most.
"Ying'er, what are you planning to do after the Spring Festival?"
