"Great-grandma, how did Gu Xuanye's grandma... die?"
Shu Xiuzhen was taken aback and hadn't expected Mo Qiansu to suddenly ask about this. She put away any other emotions on her face, her expression returning to normal, and she smiled, "It's been dozens of years, let's not bring that up anymore."
Clearly, she didn't want to talk about those sad affairs of the past.
Remembering the gift she had brought, she hurriedly took it out of her bag and handed it to Xiaoyu, "My precious little one, this is a first meeting gift from your great-grandma."
What Shu Xiuzhen gave was a uniquely shaped, extremely good quality piece of mutton-fat jade, invaluable and priceless.
"Great-grandma, what can I do with this? I can't even play with it..." The Little Demon King held the mutton-fat jade, which was bigger than his hand and carved with a pattern of a soaring dragon, looking vexed.
