Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, a year had passed.
Westridge region, celestial Foothill gardens.
Tang Hao was packing his things into gift bags.
He was going to leave soon. This time, he would not be able to come back to visit as he had in the past. According to his estimation, it would take at least a few years. So, before he left, he was going to meet everyone he could and give them something.
"This ... Is for Liu Dajun."
"This ... Is for uncle li."
Tang Hao had prepared a lot of things, and he had given them to many people.
Naturally, Liu Dajun and the others could not forget it. Uncle li had helped him in the past, and he had never forgotten his kindness.
"Lil Tang, who's this for?"
"How about this?"
Beside him, Qin Xiangyi was also helping to tidy up.
