Brother Jie was a good child, who obediently stood there waiting for Auntie Cheng to enter the room and fetch the letter.
Seeing her young aunt like this, Qian Yixiu blushed slightly and quickly took her younger siblings to the swing set a little farther away, playing a game of cat and mouse around the swing. She rejoiced at having found a new audience for the storytellers, happy to stay out of the way. As for whether the contents of the letter were suitable for little ears, that was not her concern.
Qian Yixiu admired Brother Jie standing there, his beautiful little face showing not a hint of impatience. Grandpa Pan was truly clever, bringing such a lovely little angel of peace to win everyone's affection.