The desolate birthday party had ended.
As Su Xiaoli and Qin Yihan left the Su Family mansion, the butler was slowly cleaning up the venue by himself.
The girl held the beautifully wrapped cake and carefully got into the car to go back to the villa.
Even, for fear that the cake would crumble during the ride, she held the small box as if it were a precious treasure in her arms.
Qin Yihan sat down beside her, and with a hint of helplessness, glanced at her tightly embracing the small box.
"Qin Yihan can't eat anymore," she said.
"But he can still feel it, can't he?"
Su Xiaoli gave him a white look, "You wouldn't understand, talking with a layman like you!"
After speaking, she looked up ahead, "If I remember correctly, we passed a gift shop on the way here, right?"
Bai Cheng, sitting in the driver's seat, pondered for a moment, "Yes, Madam, there is one."
"Hmm, can we stop in front of the gift shop?"
"I want to buy a gift for my husband."
