After dinner, Black and Qianmo left the house with Chen Baichuan's approval. It was no longer a big deal going out with her boyfriend under the cover of a big, bloody issue.
After their car was gone for a while, Mu Mianmian sighed at Chen Baichuan, who was smiling happily as he squatted in front of the gifts.
"Why do I feel that you could be easily bought over by a few cartons of cigarettes?"
Chen Baichuan touched the limited-edition cigarettes and liquors that Black brought with reverence and an honorable face.
"Am I someone who sells their daughters for money?"
"Not for money, for cigarettes." Mu Mianmian found her brother-in-law had a different style from her.
Although Black had also prepared plenty of expensive skincare products for her, she didn't give him the green signal because of that. Rather, it was because the young man had cleaned the kitchen—Nope, that wasn't the main focus too.
