Lu Sinian just returned with An'an after eating cake, and saw Ji Guoqiang. He ran over joyfully and shouted, "Grandpa, you're here. I've been waiting for you for ages!"
His whole body was swaying, "I guess you're going to do magic and make my gift appear, right?"
He was expectantly excited. Lu Qingyuan, who was beside him, lightly coughed, "Grandson, don't you like the gift grandpa gave you? I've never seen you this excited."
"Grandpa, don't be childish, okay?" Lu Sinian gave him a glance, "You and Dad are just the same, every year you give almost the same gifts. I can guess what they are."
Lu Qingyuan's expression was somewhat embarrassed, and he awkwardly shifted his sitting position.
Ji Guoqiang smiled. It was his first time celebrating a child's birthday, and he really didn't know what they liked. He reached out to him, snapped his fingers, waved in front of him, and handed a box of crayons to Lu Sinian.
