"This is..." Nan Gong caught it with her trembling hands.
"Since you've prepared it, why don't you hand it over to me personally?" Shawn asked.
Nan Gong bit her lower lip with a smile and finally lowered her face slightly. It was unknown whether she should laugh or cry.
But in the end, she still smiled, but there were tears in her eyes. "I wanted to give it to you personally... But when I was just ready, I received a call from your father saying that you had a car accident."
"It's my fault. I shouldn't have planned a fake car accident. Otherwise, I should have heard your answer myself." Shawn looked down at the envelope in her hand and sighed again. "Although I know what you mean, I still want to hear it from you again."
Nan Gong looked at the envelope in her hand with a smile. She knew what it was. It was the character "Your Majesty" written by her with a brush.
The meaning of this word was something that Shawn had told her when he taught her how to write.
