"Ah... hahahaha..." The little girl was being chased by her mother in a wild, joyful play. Her laughter rang out as clear as a silver bell, audible even to the neighbors a short distance away.
"It's Sheng Xia and Qingqing!" Han Momo and Li Chuan had just arrived home. They were fretting over what to have for dinner on such a snowy night when they heard the commotion next door, and their interest was piqued.
"We got two bottles of Maotai from my parents at noon, and since we don't drink, we might as well give them to Uncle Sheng," Han Momo said, glancing at the bottles of Maotai they had just brought home and left by the door.
Chapter 77