The next morning, the group set out to leave Lin City.
Luo Qianxun was a little drowsy in the car. Li Mingxun intentionally slowed down to make her more comfortable.
Quan Zehao followed behind in his car, maintaining the pace Li Mingxun had set.
Bai Xiaolian, in the passenger seat, was quite alert.
During her days in Lin City, she had got accustomed to waking up early.
She was making a list, writing down what presents to give each person, while asking Quan Zehao, "Will the children look down on these little gifts I bought? You probably use very expensive things, I feel like my gifts are like a joke."
"Not at all. It's the thought that counts."
Quan Zehao knew Bai Xiaolian was nervous, fearing that she might make a fool of herself at the Quan Family.
"Really?"
Bai Xiaolian was uncertain, "Will they think that I'm petty because I come from a modest family?"
"Just put your mind at ease."
