"Grandpa, Happy Birthday! I wish you blessings as vast as the East Sea and longevity of a hundred years."
Qiao Xu presented Old Master Qiao with a set of tea utensils, and the old man was naturally delighted. Especially when he saw his well-behaved great-grandson, the smile on his face grew even wider.
"Qiao Yi Zhu wishes great-grandfather blessings as vast as the East Sea and longevity comparable to the Southern Mountain."
His childish voice, milk-like and tender, recited the birthday congratulations. Old Master Qiao was overjoyed, and he held Xiao Qiao Yi in his arms.
At the same time, their interaction deepened the speculation about Qiao Yi's identity among the crowd.
Since the child's surname was Qiao, he was naturally a member of the Qiao family. But as far as they knew, Old Master Qiao only had one grandson, Qiao Lin, who was only twenty years old. This child didn't seem to be his.