Qiao Yi never expected Yunxi to go to such lengths.
She needed the support of someone she loved, but he really outdid himself, didn't he?
Qiao Yi felt moved and joyful, and then she saw her white-haired grandmother, invigorated, wearing a red outfit and sitting in the audience, waving her arms and shouting, "Qiao Yi! Qiao Yi! Qiao Yi!"
Qiao Yi covered her mouth, tears falling down.
Originally, Lu Xunzhi thought he would never do something like this in his lifetime.
But, influenced by the elderly lady and Yunxi, and by the passion of the friends and family in the hall, Lu Xunzhi suddenly started laughing heartily, turning to Yunxi: "Is there more?"
Yunxi understood, and pulled out two whistles and a large artistic photo of Qiao Yi!
On the artistic photo, words were pasted: Baby, baby! Love you, love you!
Lu Xunzhi glanced at it, blushing, feeling awkward about what to do with those things, so he simply took a whistle back and blew it, holding a banner and waving it.
