Then he turned around and walked towards the gymnasium.
Liang Chen, standing on the spot, stared blankly at Jing Haohao's retreating back. He blinked once, then again, and slowly began to understand Jing Haohao's words. A brilliant smile spread across his face. Like rolling and climbing, he dashed into the pile of snow, picked up the paper bag and then eagerly followed after Jing Haohao, his face full of cheerful smiles: "A gift for me?"
Jing Haohao stiffened his face without uttering a word, eyes fixed straight ahead.
Liang Chen didn't mind being ignored by Jing Haohao. He carefully wiped the snow off the paper bag bit by bit, then slowly tore open the tape of the bag, and pulled out a shirt box.
He had been pampered since childhood, receiving countless gifts worth many thousand times more than this one. However, he had never unwrapped a gift with such reverence and joy.
Though he knew there was a shirt inside...
But he couldn't suppress his overwhelming expectations.
