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The people in the living room had already gathered, and even Aunt Li carried out Wangzi, who should have been asleep by now. Today, perhaps because he saw so many strangers, he was surprisingly alert. He lay on Aunt Li's shoulder, looking up with his pair of shiny black eyes, scanning the surroundings, while Zhang Ya sat next to Aunt Li, playing with Wangzi. On the table was a small gold lock and a gold bracelet Zhang Ya had chosen today.
An Xuan sat opposite, frowning at the scene.
After the two came down, Aunt Li, holding Wangzi, stood up. The previously wide-awake Wangzi turned his gaze towards An Lan and flashed her a smile, a smile so angelic that it nearly melted An Lan's heart. She walked over and reached out to hold Wangzi in her arms.
"My little treasure," An Lan gently pinched Wangzi's little hand. Little Wangzi, very obligingly, giggled happily. The other people nearby couldn't help but smile at this affectionate scene.
