She looked away, trying to pull herself out of her memories, but the ubiquitous group photos inexplicably made her feel a little irritated.

The only photo of her is probably her ID photo from kindergarten.

There are photos of her parents when they were young, photos from their wedding, and photos of Tang Qi when he was just born... but why doesn't she have any of them?

She lowered her eyes, unwilling to think any further, and even regretted coming here in the first place.

"Wanwan, do you still remember Aunt Jiang?" Jiang Yu walked over, her eyes shining, but you could still tell from her voice that she was trying her best to control her excitement.

Tang Wan pursed her lips and nodded.

"Don't scare the little girl. Here, Uncle cut some fruit. I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I cut a little of everything. You can pick the ones you like to eat."

Yan Pingshun placed the fruit plate on the table, with different styles of fruit forks stuck on it, one of which was shaped like a pink crown.

Tang Wan nodded, picked up a piece, and ate it. It was crispy and sweet, very delicious.

"Wanwan, you should say thank you to your uncle." Yan Nian walked over and sat down next to her, acting as if they were old friends.

"Why?" Tang Wan asked, puzzled.

Faced with Xiao Tangwan's question, Jiang Yu and Yan Pingshun exchanged a glance.

Yan Nian didn't think anything was wrong and earnestly explained to Xiao Tang Wan. He straightened his back and imitated how his former deskmate scolded his younger sister, striking a pose like an older brother.

"Because we should be polite children, right, Mom?" Xiao Yannian asked, looking for praise.