"Let's go, let's go in quickly, everyone is waiting anxiously."
Several people entered the house.
The room was suddenly filled with people, and Shen Qinghuan was almost scared by the scene.
Shen Qihao stood up.
"Qinghuan, come here quickly."
Shen Zhongjin had already walked over with Nuanbao in his arms. Chen Bao and An An were each held by Yu Beiting and Shen Qinghuan. They walked over and stood in a row.
In the middle of the crowd were Mr. Su and Mrs. Su.
Old Master Su sat upright, his wrinkled face serious and tense, looking a little scary.
Old Mrs. Su's face was full of love and expectation.
"Ayu, you are finally back." Old Mrs. Su still treats Shen Qinghuan as her own daughter.
Mr. Su hardened his heart and corrected his wife.
"This is not Ayu. She is Ayu's daughter, our granddaughter. Her name is Shen Qinghuan."
"Yes, Mom, this is your granddaughter, Ayu's daughter." Next to the old lady sat her aunt Lin Xinhui. She gently echoed the old man's words and explained to the old lady.
My second aunt He Xiangru also said, "Mom, Ayu died a long time ago. This is the daughter she gave birth to. Don't you remember?"
Old Master Su frowned slightly when he heard what his second daughter-in-law said.
The second daughter-in-law was not wrong, but it didn't sound very nice.
Old Mrs. Su showed a confused expression, and then her eyes turned red.
Dead.
Her daughter Ayu died long ago.
How could he die?
How come the old man has to send off the young man?
Old Mrs. Su's old eyes were filled with tears, which soon fell.
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