"T-this, your capsule and pocket warmer…" Lai Jiayi took out the square thing inside her pants pocket. She stretched out her hands, hoping Zhao Yang would take the items.
But Zhao Yang just stayed silent for a few seconds. He shook his head and spoke, "Keep it. I don't need them."
...eh?
Lai Jiayi gaped. She looked at Zhao Yang's face with confusion. "B-but, this is yours–"
"I gave them to you. Now, it's yours." Zhao Yang waved his hand, casually pushing Lai Jiayi's hand. This way, the girl wouldn't be able to return the items.
Lai Jiayi sucked in cold air. The girl gripped the two items tightly. "I-I can't accept something this expensive…"
'Good, good, I have to prolong our conversation. Don't let this man go!'
Lai Jiayi put on a reluctant face as she fiddled with the two items in her palm. "I-I thought, boss only lend these to me…"
