"Today I came over for a collaboration, and it's also Xiao Yi's birthday. Both emotionally and logically, I should come."
Su Anle nodded and looked around: "Where's Aunt?"
"Aunt went shopping. How about you? How are things? Long time no see. Are you used to being at the Translation Institute?"
"Yes, I'm doing quite well."
Su Anle placed the cake back on the table, took off her bag and coat, and then brought out the bought paintbrushes and drawing board, handing them to the little girl: "Xiao Yi, this is your birthday gift from Mom. Do you like it?"
The little girl's eyes lit up as she held on tightly and didn't let go, her dark eyes looking at Su Anle with a bright smile: "I like it, thank you Mom."
The little girl looked up, and Su Anle crouched down, letting her give a kiss on her cheek before standing up again.
"She's still too young; she can't use these yet."
