Jing Jihan came back before ten o'clock.
Mianmian was already sleepy, curled up on the sofa and almost asleep, but woke up immediately when she heard the door and rushed to hug Jing Jihan's leg, shouting, "Happy New Year, Uncle Ji Han!"
Shi Su's mouth twitched: "Shi Mianmian, it's not midnight yet, you're too early!"
"Oh." Mianmian turned her sleepy eyes toward Shi Su, then tilted her head back to look at Jing Jihan, who had just picked her up: "Then I'll say it later!"
Jing Jihan chuckled: "Staying up so late just to wish me a Happy New Year?"
"Yes, yes!" Mianmian hugged his neck honestly in his arms: "I want to be the first to wish Uncle Ji Han a Happy New Year, so I'll be Uncle Ji Han's favorite little treasure in the new year!"
