Ann is still angry.

As Lan Jin carefully observed her granddaughter, Qin Sui'an was also looking at her grandmother.

The term "grandmother" was unfamiliar to her, with no memory attached to it.

Her grandmother looked beautiful, despite her white hair and wrinkles on her face.

She was still stunning and lovely.

Qin Sui'an blinked her round eyes, earnestly gazing at her, silently repeating in her heart: Ann has a grandmother, a beautiful grandmother!

Lan Jin's emotions fluctuated, unable to contain her longing for her granddaughter.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she smiled and said, "Ann."

Qin Sui'an reached out her little hand and touched the image of her grandmother on the phone screen, her soft voice saying, "Grandmother, don't cry..."

"Grandmother isn't crying, I'm happy. Grandmother is very happy!"

Lan Jin's voice, tinged with tears, carried a hint of laughter.

Qin Sui'an blinked her innocent eyes, her grandmother was crying, yet she was still smiling.