"This one is for you, don't share it with everyone else."
"This gift was bought especially for you."
After he finished speaking, Chen Gong closed the car door and stood up to leave.
At this moment, Yang Li's face instantly blushed; this guy!
Too much!
Who cried?
I'm just in pain from a foot injury, okay?
Really... it's hard to explain.
I'm so mad!
However, looking at the gift in her hand, Yang Li couldn't help feeling a surge of joy.
It was a Qingyi puppet fashioned after a Peking opera singer, a very beautiful female role.
Yang Li happily held the puppet.
Even though there were similar things at home, this was a unique gift, not like the ones for other colleagues.
That was what mattered most.
Chen Gong returned to the dorm and looked around. He had bought quite a few puppets, one for each person—Qin Ge, Yang Xiaodong, and also Yang Li.
Now only one was left, but... this one he planned to keep.
Just then, a message popped up suddenly.
Zhao Xi: "Back yet? Shy/jpg"
