Throughout the evening, Yu Minglang acted as if nothing had happened. Qiao Zhen was the only one who knew what was on his mind, including Xiao Qian.
After the gathering ended, Yu Minglang escorted Xiao Qian and Yu Liumei downstairs. Xiao Qian noticed that he had been preoccupied all night, so she wanted to find an opportunity to talk to him alone.
However, Yu Minglang only accompanied them to the stairs. Xiao Qian had Yu Liumei go ahead, so she could stand downstairs and chat with Yu Minglang.
"The crisis is now resolved, and you can work without anyone bothering you," Yu Minglang said to Xiao Qian.
"Are you alright?" Xiao Qian asked anxiously.
Yu Minglang gently stroked her face and smiled, "Why would I have any problems? Hurry up and go to sleep, it's already late."
"I will go, then." Xiao Qian called Yu Minglang to stop just before she left.
"Xiao Qiang!"
"Hmm?"
"The poor-quality belt you talked about was the birthday gift I gave you."
