Mu Xiao dragged Jing Yan to the shopping mall impatiently.
"Hey, if you're a brother, then help me pick! I'm going to give a gift that can win the heart of my sweetheart!" Mu Xiao looked at the gift selection with a worried expression.
"You have so many lovers that you can line them up from here to abroad," Jing Yan said sarcastically.
"Can you not be so boring? Do you think everyone is like you?" Mu Xiao put down an exquisite ornament and rolled his eyes. I think you should just become a monk."
Jing Yan gave him a sidelong glance. His line of sight moved slowly, and he suddenly saw a familiar yet strange figure.
The young lady was holding the hand of a five or six-year-old girl and talking and laughing with the man on the other side.
"Brother Yan, come and give me some advice. What do you think about this music box? Do all girls like this?" Mu Xiao raised the gift in his hand excitedly.
