Gong Yeyan suddenly curled his thin lips slightly and called out, "Zuo An."
As a capable subordinate and confidant, Zuo An knew better than anyone the thoughts of his master.
He immediately presented something with both hands.
Handing it to the young man.
"Young Master Ming, please."
Ming Ci was taken aback.
It was a set of keys.
A house? A car?
Several guesses popped into Ming Ci's mind as his gaze shifted from the keys to the man's face, "What is this..."
"A little gift for our first meeting," the man's thin lips parted slightly as he spoke in a light voice.
As if what he was giving away was indeed just "a little" and nothing worth mentioning.
Ming Ci subconsciously looked towards Ming Ge.
Before she even spoke, she saw the man, using his sharp beauty as a weapon, casually block all her attempts to refuse with just one sentence—
"It's not anything valuable. It had been prepared a long time ago, just never thought I'd meet your family under these circumstances."
