No matter how much they racked their brains, they never imagined that Mo Qingning had such a background.
Because she was way too low-key in the department!
She rarely spoke, focusing solely on design, yet unexpectedly…
Mo Qingning leapt off Mo Chuxi's back with a "whoo" and then walked up to Chun, bending over with a smile.
"Little Cutie, what's the gift?"
"Here."
Chun extended her hand to give a handmade card, blinking her beautiful big eyes, offering blessings.
"Happy birthday Aunt, forever, forever eighteen!"
"Wow, such sweet words, who taught you that?"
Mo Qingning beamed with joy.
Chun extended her cute finger to point at Yan Xinxin.
"Mama taught me."
"Auntie, Auntie, I also made a gift for you!"
Little Mo Chenxi ran over, handing over a card that plays a birthday song.
"Happy birthday Aunt! A century of harmony, may you soon have a child!"
"..."
Yan Xinxin's eyes widened.
"Xi, what are you saying? That's not how you wish someone a happy birthday."
