Song Jingchen didn't expect Shangguan Han to be so poor. He walked around and chose a famous calligraphy treasure and an inkstone before coming out.
Thinking of something, he looked at Shangguan Han. "Let's go to your study."
Shangguan Han pursed his lips. "Cousin…"
Since he was young, he had a habit of putting everything he liked in the study. If he didn't like it, he would throw it into the private warehouse. Song Jingchen knew this.
Song Jingchen didn't say anything and only looked at him quietly.
Shangguan Han's face fell. He resigned himself to fate and led the way to the study.
This wasn't the first time Song Jingchen had come to his study, so he already knew the layout of the room.
After entering, he went straight to the rack and took down the most eye-catching long box.
Seeing what he was holding, Shangguan Han's eyelids twitched. He ran forward to snatch it back. "Cousin, this won't do."
