Xiao Changyi looked at her, "Isn't this enough?"
An Jing: "..."
Xiao Changyi continued, "I've never given him a gift for his birthday in the past."
An Jing: "..."
...Thinking about it that way, it seemed quite sufficient.
Finally, An Jing smiled, amused by his teasing. Once she stopped laughing, she said, "Every year on Father's birthday, he receives a lot of rare and exotic treasures. We don't have any of those, so what you did, that can also work."
Xiao Changyi said, "If you hadn't mentioned giving a birthday present, I wouldn't have given anything this year either." Not just this year, but in the future as well.
An Jing: "..."
After a long pause, An Jing teased, "I guess Father never expected you to give anything either."
Xiao Changyi actually nodded, "Mm."
After nodding, Xiao Changyi wrote four more characters—thousand hammerings, hundred refinings.
An Jing puzzled, "Is this also for Father?"
