Suddenly realizing that he was not the first to receive a gift from the little junior sister, Yan Sinian, in this moment, had a strange resonance with Yue Jiandong.
Both felt an extreme rage, akin to an old farmer who had painstakingly tended to his fields, only to discover that his tender and succulent cabbage had been uprooted by a pig that had appeared out of nowhere from next door.
Yue Qingqing wasn't foolish. Seeing the third senior brother's expression growing more terrifying, she hurriedly added a sentence.
"I wanted to give the gift to senior brother first, but you weren't back yet, so..." Yue Qingqing made a reasonable explanation for her actions, "after all, he has special fortunes, and I take advantage of people's generosity."
Yan Sinian lamented that his teachings had fallen on deaf ears as he tapped his long index finger on Yue Qingqing's forehead.
"If you know that accepting gifts creates obligation, then you shouldn't accept them in the future."
