"Oh, who is this adorable little girl? Why do you look so downcast? At such a young age, you should smile more!"
Yang Guiying, who had just come from making soup at home, spotted Ling Miaomiao, disappointed and listless, and cheerfully said to her; for some reason, the moment she saw the girl, she took an instant liking to her.
It had been five days since Leng Minghui's surgery and his recovery was going very well, with no complications; therefore, the Leng Family's originally worried and oppressed mood was gradually lifting, or else Yang Guiying might not have been in the mood to joke with a strange little girl!
"Hello, Grandma." Looking at the kind smile in front of her, Ling Miaomiao politely greeted Yang Guiying and a faint smile appeared on her wilted face.
"Hello, hello!" Yang Guiying walked over to Ling Miaomiao, glanced at the fruit basket in her hand for visiting the sick, and inquired, "Young lady, are you here to see your friend?"
