Han Xuemei's little face turned red as she nodded.
All of this was witnessed by Han Xuemei standing behind.
"It's Xue Mei, isn't it?" the Han family's old lady said, looking at Han Xuemei behind her, suddenly speaking up.
Only after being called out did Han Xue react, hastily recalling her purpose and then quickly smiling and saying, "Grandma, today is your birthday, Xue Mei wishes you the same joy you find today, every year and every age!"
The Han family's old lady's face burst into a smile, "Good, good, good, have a seat quickly."
Han Xuewei's mother and Lin Yi's mother were holding the older and younger brothers, while Han Xuewei was holding her little daughter, Mengmeng.
The three of them, each with a milk bottle in hand. Han Xuewei's mother even turned her head to say to the Han family's old lady, "Mom, please wait a moment, we'll come out after feeding the milk, otherwise the kids are going to cry later."
