Song Yaoyao tugged on Huo Yunque's sleeve. "Gege, I'll go see Grandpa Shen first."
"Go."
The big palm patted her head lovingly. Today, she was wearing a moon-white qipao with twined branches, a jade bracelet on her wrist, and a pair of round pearl earrings on her earlobes.
Other than that, she had no other accessories. However, she looked simple, elegant, and dignified.
"Also," Huo Yunque stopped her and reminded her, "You should call be calling him Uncle."
Song Yaoyao touched her nose and was embarrassed. "I'm used to it!"
She was embarrassed to say anything else. Instead, she waved her hand and hurried away with Shen Xun, carrying the gift box.
The two walked upstairs, leaving the noise behind them.
