Because of her ordinary appearance, she didn't have any strong memory of this face.

After thinking carefully for a while, I still couldn't remember where I had seen him.

"You brat, I spent a fortune to get this autographed photo, and you don't like it?"

"Hehe, I appreciate your good intentions, but this person is not the Grim Reaper."

"How do you know he's not Death? Many people in the financial world have already confirmed that he is undoubtedly Death."

"Believe it or not, I can say with 100% certainty that he is absolutely not my idol, the Grim Reaper!"

Han Songyan chuckled dismissively: "You talk like you know the Grim Reaper."

Bai Luoyu: ...

If this keeps up, he's really going to suffocate!

Han Songyan turned her gaze to Bai Qianmo: "Qianmo, this is a gift I prepared for you. I didn't know what you liked, so I knitted a sweater for you myself. It's my first time knitting a sweater. Although I learned little by little from my teacher, there are still some minor flaws. Please don't mind them."

Bai Qianmo looked at the light purple sweater that Han Songyan was holding in her hands.

She was somewhat surprised by the gift.

Xu Hualan said, "Is this really the first sweater you've ever knitted? It looks really good. Qianmo, why don't you try it on?"

Bai Qianmo understood Xu Hualan's meaning.

Although the gifts Han Song-yeon prepared for others were very expensive, in terms of sentiment, this hand-knitted sweater was definitely the most sincere.

How many days and nights would it take for a woman who has never knitted to heal a sweater?

She hadn't tried it, but she could imagine how difficult it would be.

Bai Qianmo nodded, took the sweater, and went to the guest room.

A few minutes later

The door opened, and Bai Qianmo walked out wearing that purple sweater.

The light purple sweater looked very stylish on her, making her skin appear even whiter and more translucent.

"Qianmo looks beautiful in that outfit," Xu Hualan exclaimed.

Han Songyan stared intently at Bai Qianmo, feeling a sense of satisfaction as she thought about the sweater she had knitted stitch by stitch over many sleepless nights, now worn by her daughter.

"It is indeed very beautiful."

Before leaving the house, Bai Qianmo glanced at herself in the mirror.

The sweater is made of high-quality pure wool, and it looks very high-quality overall.

"Thank you, I really like it!"

Bai Qianmo thanked Han Songyan, and without changing her clothes, walked back to the living room wearing only the sweater.

At this time

Mr. Bai returned from a walk with Bai Kangcheng and Bai Kangyan.

Old Bai noticed Bai Qianmo's sweater at a glance.

"You changed your clothes?"

"Okay!" Bai Qianmo nodded.

Xu Hualan said, "Dad, this is a sweater that Song Yan knitted by hand. Look how beautiful Qianmo looks in it."

Old Bai glanced at Han Songyan with surprise: "She is indeed very beautiful."

It seems that Han Songyan is truly trying to make up for her daughter's shortcomings by knitting a sweater by hand with such care.

"Dad, eldest brother, I've prepared a gift for each of you. See if you like it."

Han Song-yeon prepared a fountain pen made by a famous craftsman for Baek Kang-sung, which was both practical and had sentimental value.

This gift was very thoughtful, and Baek Kang-sung loved it dearly.

Han Songyan knitted a scarf for Grandpa Bai by hand.

Old Master Bai always valued the sincerity of a gift, so he showed a rare smile to Han Songyan.

The family watched the Spring Festival Gala together in a harmonious atmosphere for a while.

We stayed up together until midnight, watched the fireworks, and chatted for a while. Before we knew it, it was already past 2 a.m.

The old man was clearly tired, so Han Songyan and Bai Kangyan asked him to stay overnight with Bai Kangcheng and Xu Hualan.

But the old man was thinking about his two thrushes and insisted on going back.

In the end, Bai Kangcheng, Xu Hualan, Bai Yitang, and Bai Qianmo accompanied Old Master Bai back to the old house.

Back at the old house, to my surprise, the living room light was on.

Bai Qianmo accompanied the old man through the door and saw Zhang Cuiyan and her daughter Bai Xinrou sitting on the sofa with solemn expressions.

When they saw them go home, their eyes visibly flickered.

Bai Qianmo noticed something and her gaze unconsciously swept across the living room.

"Grandpa Bai, you're finally back."

"Xinrou, why are you still up so late?" Old Bai asked with a smile.

“You’re not coming home, and my mom and I are really worried. Today is New Year’s Day, and I originally wanted to spend New Year’s Eve with you, but we’ve been waiting until now.”

Old Bai looked full of self-reproach: "Look at my memory! I spent New Year's Eve at Qianmo's parents' place today and completely forgot to invite you all over. I'm so sorry!"

Zhang Cuiyan said coldly, "You're all enjoying a feast and family reunion over there, while my daughter and I are left alone in this empty house, without even having dinner yet."

"Really? You didn't have dinner? Hua Lan, go and make some late-night snacks for Xin Rou and the others. How can you be so neglectful of your guests?"

"Grandpa Bai, it's the middle of the night, don't trouble your aunt."

"No trouble at all. You're staying at the Bai family home for the New Year, how can we not even provide a decent New Year's Eve dinner? If word gets out, people will say that the Bai family is too selfish and neglects our guests."

Xu Hualan said, "Dad, I'll go to the kitchen to prepare a late-night snack. Xinrou, what would you like to eat?"

Zhang Cuiyan spoke first: "No need for too much trouble, as long as there is chicken, duck, fish and meat, that's fine. I'm sure your Bai family eats better than we do in the countryside. To be honest, now that conditions are better, we in the countryside also have plenty of fish and meat on New Year's Eve."

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