Qi Dong's mind was a mess, looking at Old Sir Luo in befuddlement before patting his head: "Grandpa, you changed into these clothes, and I really didn't recognize you."
"Pfft!"
Xing Nong burst into laughter, then said: "What you're saying is, next time we change our clothes, you won't recognize any of us? This is the first time I've heard of someone who recognizes clothes but not people."
"No, no..." Qi Dong hurriedly waved his hands, looking at the smiling Xing Nong who was grinning like a flower, utterly captivated.
...
"Song Qiu'er, have you missed me so much?" Luo Ye, indulging the persistent heavy Song Qiu'er clinging onto her, showed a face full of doting.
She touched Song Qiu and Dou Dou; after the party ended, she went home to sleep with her parents. After taking a shower, Song Qiu firmly grasped onto her thigh and wouldn't let go, no matter whether she stood up, sat down, or lay down; it just clung on with its little paws.
