By the time he arrived at Lin Jiaxue's house.
It was already half past two, and Tang Qing naturally couldn't enter her home empty-handed. He had purchased many fruits of different varieties at the entrance of the neighborhood. Knowing that Lin Jiaxue liked apples, he bought a whole box directly.
If it were not for the inability to carry more.
He would have bought a few more boxes.
But then he thought better of it.
With just these alone, Lin Jiaxue would comment on his extravagance for a while, so he thought he could buy more next time he visited.
He spent just over two hundred yuan on so many things, which felt really cheap. In the past, he never had more than two hundred yuan to freely use, so Tang Qing could only sigh, being rich was great.
He had the box of apples in his left hand.
In his right hand, he held five or six bags filled with other fruits.
He pressed Lin Jiaxue's doorbell.
A few seconds later.
