Finally, Qin Yiyi stood up with a soft sigh.
"Thank you, martial uncle."
She raised her hand and received a string of bracelets from Old Master Zhao. It was warm and cool in her hand.
She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.
Good stuff!
It could actually calm her heart in an instant!
It would be a waste not to accept it...
Qin Yiyi thought for a moment, then reached out and took out a small jade pendant that she had casually carved and played with. She handed it over to him.
"This is something I made for fun, uncle-master. Please don't mind its shabbiness."
"Haha, I don't mind it."
Old Man Zhao was very happy.
He played with it back and forth in his hand, and even raised his eyebrows at the angry old Professor Zhou who was sitting at the side.
The meaning was very obvious. 'Look, your good disciple gave it to me.'
