After the people from the Lu family and Gu family left, Ning Lingyu walked over: "Qiaoqiao, congratulations."
Luo Qiao looked at her cousin, who had become much steadier than before: "Cousin, why do I feel like you've been unusually quiet today? Did something happen?"
Ning Lingyu laughed: "What could have happened? On an occasion like today, I obviously can't fool around."
Luo Qiao always felt like her cousin was putting on a brave face. Ever since she had failed her college entrance exams, her cousin had started working at a department store, and it had been quite some time since they had last seen each other.
Luo Qiao walked over to her aunt Zhang Yuehua, looking at her little cousin in her arms: "Little Lingyu, would you like your cousin to take you out to play?"
Little cousin Ning Lingyu was already three years old and exceptionally cute. Knowing she was his cousin and hearing her suggestion, he leaned into his mother's embrace and shyly smiled.
