Thrilling Storm

Family Gathering 2

"Hello, Aunt Hong." Qing Yue embarrassedly greeted, baffled at the unexpected warmth of the other.

She hadn't even seen the woman once in the past five years, so where did the deep love and affection come from? Was she going through a phase?

"Little Qing Qing, you met your Aunt Hong. Aren't you going to meet your Aunt Si?"

"Why just Aunt Si? Aunt Mei is here as well."

"Your Aunt Gu..."

"Let Aunt Rui see..."

What's going on? Why are these Aunts more enthusiastic today than my previous birthdays?

Is the 18th birthday really that special?

Suddenly surrounded by a flock of fawning and over-affectionate aunts, Qing Yue felt her head spin from the mixture of perfumes and noisy chatter.

"Alright, alright. Stop crowding the kid, will you? Qing Qing, come to Uncle Wei. Otherwise, your Aunts will suffocate you to death." At this time, the gruff voice of a laughing middle-aged man resounded from the far end of the hall.