"I'll go open the door," Qin Xiangyang was placing firewood into the stove, then vigorously working the bellows to make the fire burn even more intensely.
With a creak, she opened the door.
"Eh, Aunt Hua, how come you're here?"
"Yangyang, look," Aunt Hua hurriedly walked in, allowing Granny Lu, who was behind her, to follow inside, "Your granny is here."
"Granny?" Qin Xiangyang was completely baffled, "What granny does she have?"
"Is it you, Yangyang?"
Granny Lu didn't quite believe it, but just now, clearly, it was this child who received the money. There was no mistake—she did indeed see a resemblance of her daughter in Qin Xiangyang's face; the eyes were remarkably similar.
"Nuannuan, come out quickly."
Aunt Hua hurriedly called out for Qin Xiangnuan again.
Qin Xiangnuan ran out from the kitchen, casually dusting flour off the quilted coat she was wearing.
