The black bag was very ordinary, crumpled upon unfolding, adding a cheap feel to it.
However, for Xiao Qimo, it was priceless.
"For me?" he asked uncertainly.
Ye Jinwen paused his busyness, raised his eyebrows, and looked over as a qualified spectator with a child-like face burning with the spirit of gossip.
The sun must have risen from the west for Little Mianmian to take the initiative to give Brother Seven a gift? Tsk tsk tsk...
If gifts were being given, could marriage be far behind?
Mo Nie sat quietly on a round stool in the corner after closing the door. Upon hearing the conversation, he shifted his gaze from his phone, looking at Lu Mian with a blend of complexity and surprise.
Giving a gift to Mr. Mo?
This girl is quite bold.
Putting aside Mr. Mo's distant nature, just considering the Xiao Family's status as the foremost wealthy family, he wouldn't take such a thing seriously, let alone accept it.
