He exclaimed in amazement, but didn't know how to describe the feeling.

Then he suddenly remembered something and ordered Meng Yu beside him, "Quick, go get me a book. Oh, and pick one with small print!"

He hasn't read a book for a long time since his eyes became blurry.

Firstly, you have to hold it up far away to see it clearly, and you get tired after a while.

Secondly, if you look at it for a little longer, your vision will become blurred and your eyes will feel sore and swollen.

After waiting for a long time, Mr. Cen became a little impatient, and Meng Yu hurried over with a book.

"Grandpa, take a look at this!" Meng Yu said, "I've been flipping through it for a long time, and the font in this book is the smallest."

Mr. Cen really wanted to pick up the book and beat the kid up.

But in the end, he felt that it was more important to see the effect of the glasses, so he let Meng Yu go.

Mr. Cen held up his glasses in one hand, and his other hand, which was turning the pages of the book, was actually shaking a little.

Meng Yu was very tactful at this time and walked forward to help him open the book.

Through the glasses in his hand, he found that the tiny calligraphy on the pages of the book had become clear again. For a moment, Mr. Cen was at a loss and even wondered if he was dreaming.

"Great-grandfather, can you see clearly?" Qingtian supported his hands on the table and stretched his neck to look over here.

She was worried that the glasses wouldn't work, so she nervously grabbed the edge of the table with her little hands.

After hearing Qingtian's voice, Mr. Cen finally came back to his senses and remembered that this was his birthday party and he was not dreaming.

"Clear, very clear!

"I can't remember how long it's been since I saw it so clearly!"

As Mr. Cen spoke, he lowered his head and carefully examined the glasses in his hand.

"This thing should be a Western thing, right?"

Meng Yu finally had the chance to praise Qingtian, and quickly said, "That's right, Miss Qingtian, remember you said your eyesight is getting worse, so I went to Linglong Pavilion to pick this gift for you."

"Good, that's great!" Old Cen wiped his tears again. He really didn't expect that after being alone for most of his life and buried in the earth up to his neck, he could still live a good life with children taking care of him and being filial to him.

When Mrs. Ye heard about Linglong Pavilion, her heart tightened because the things there were not cheap.

How could Sunny have so much money?

"Qingtian, tell me, did you ask Young Master Qin for these glasses?"