"What's wrong?" Ji Zhao blinked, her expression innocent and cute.
Shen Yao smiled and did not say anything. He slowly approached her. Just as his lips were about to approach her red lips—
"Ahem!" Qin Minghong, who was covering his face with a fan, deliberately raised his eyebrows. His tone was filled with undisguised teasing. "I know you two are newlyweds, but you have to pay attention to the occasion!"
"Brother Qin?" Ji Zhao called out in surprise.
"Here, a wedding gift for the two of you." Qin Minghong put away the folding fan in his hand and nodded at the servant behind him. The latter immediately respectfully handed the box in his arms to Ji Zhao.
"Thank you, Brother Qin."
Ji Zhao accepted the heavy box and smiled.
"By the way, Brother Qin hasn't had dinner yet, right? Coincidentally, there are still cold skin noodles noodles in the kitchen. Shall I make a bowl of sesame sauce cold skin noodles noodles for you to try?"
