Seventy-two, who doesn't want to watch the Spring Festival Gala during the New Year!

Did he really think so?

As she thought about it, Ji Pianran's face couldn't help but turn somewhat red.

He actually said she was the prettiest?

Although she didn't know if it was just to please the child or if it was Gu Chen's true feelings.

Her heartbeat still inevitably sped up a bit.

But, if he thought she was pretty, why had he been so indifferent to her in the past two years?

She blinked, not saying a word, feeling as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over her heart.

Probably, it was still meant for the child to hear.

...

At this moment, Shen Cuilan and Tian Laosì were just walking back from his mother's house after having the New Year's Eve dinner when they smelled the strong aroma of food at their doorstep.

Shen Cuilan couldn't help but grumble.

"We're all having a New Year's Eve dinner, so why does Gu Chen's house smell so fragrant?"

Upon hearing this, Tian Laosì was not pleased, although it did smell better than their own home's cooking.