"He looks so handsome, those eyes are just like his mother's."
"So good-looking."
Everyone began to praise him, but Xiaoyan showed no expression, as he was already used to such compliments.
"Xiaoyan, where's your gift?"
Grandpa Lan was quite curious about Xiaoyan's gift.
Xiaoyan took it out and said earnestly, "Great-grandpa, happy birthday."
"Did you draw this?" Grandpa Lan held a painting in his hand. It had the whimsical and childlike fantasy of a child, depicting Grandpa Lan holding hands with Xiaoyan, exuding a very warm feeling.
"Yes."
Xiaoyan nodded his head.
"It's really well drawn."
Grandpa Lan praised it, and the others also chimed in with approval.
Just as Song Lingyu was about to say something, a pair of large hands reached over discreetly to cover her mouth and dragged her out.
As everyone's attention was on Grandpa Lan and Xiaoyan, and since Song Lingyu was standing at the back, no one noticed her being dragged out of the room.
