After finishing the letter, Shu Yu put down the pen and looked towards Meng Yunzheng beside her.
The latter was laughing while feeding her all the pomelos from the fruit plate. Shu Yu burped loudly; had she really eaten all that pomelo?
Seeing Meng Yunzheng trying to feed her more, she quickly reached out to stop him and asked casually, "I'm done here, how about you? I remember you had quite a few friends before, are you planning to invite them?"
"Yes, I've already sent out all the letters."
"So quickly?" Shu Yu was surprised, "When did you write them?"
"Yesterday, after calculating the dates at home, I wrote more than twenty letters and sent them out overnight."
Shu Yu, "..." No need to rush like that.
Just as she was thinking, a familiar sound of crying and scolding suddenly came from outside.
Shu Yu was taken aback and looked up towards the door, "I think it sounds like Aunt Liang and Dabao."
