When Huang Yueran and He Jun knocked on the door, with bags full of things in their hands, only Luo Qianqian had the time, so she opened the door while holding An Hao.
"Qhianqhian!!" The deafening sound made Luo Qianqian's eyebrows twitch.
"I'm here, I'm here godmother! Hurry up and come in. Godfather, do you need help?"
Seeing the two people busy on their phones, Huang Yueran felt a bit bewildered, "What's going on here?"
Luo Qianqian looked at the floor full of groceries, her lips twitched, what's going on here? Who are they trying to overfeed?
What's squirming in those black bags?
"Isn't it An Hao's first birthday tomorrow? My mom said she couldn't come, so I'm hosting it. Look, I'm contacting people." Luo Qianqian shrugged, teased little Xiao An.
"You should have mentioned it earlier, I haven't even bought clothes." Huang Yueran's face lit up with happiness upon hearing this.
