Jing Yan could not be blamed for being in a hurry. He and He Miao were usually busy with work. Although they were in the same city, they could only contact each other by phone. Sometimes, when they were busy, they could only speak one word a day. This was far worse than when Jing Yan was in school.
It was not easy for him to wait for an opportunity to bring He Miao back home with a legitimate reason. How could Jing Yan let it go so easily?
When the two of them arrived, the party was almost ready.
When He Miao entered the house, he thought that the new year had come early. The Jing family's house was decorated in a festive manner and there was a huge Christmas tree in the middle of the living room.
"Grandpa Jing, I'm here to see you." He Miao obediently sat beside the old man and added a newly prepared fragrance into the burner for the old man to smell.