The next day in the evening, Mu Tingfeng really came as promised.
Zhao Youlin carried Joy out of the house. Duan Yarong and Zhao Shunrong followed closely behind them.
Duan Yarong did not feel at ease as she looked at Zhao Youlin intently. "Are you sure you don't need me to come along with you?"
Ever since Zhao Youlin returned home, apart from attending the former master's grand birthday banquet once, this was her first time attending someone else's banquet. Duan Yarong did not feel at ease.
Zhao Youlin did not know if she should laugh or cry. She was no longer a three-year-old child. There was no need for her parents to accompany her to attend a banquet.
"Mother, it's fine. I know how to handle the situation. Joy, say goodbye to Grandpa and Grandma."
"Goodbye, Grandpa, Grandma." Joy waved his hand at Duan Yarong and Zhao Sunrong obediently.
