This road in this direction clearly leads to the shops.
Meng Xinian's shop, which he gave her, had already been renovated, but Chiang Xiao planned to open it after getting into university. Moreover, it was also airing out, so it had been left as it was.
"No, it's not far from the shop."
Meng Xinian shook his head.
Indeed, the destination was not far from the shop, probably only about five or six streets away, a half-hour walk.
The car stopped in front of a courtyard house.
Chiang Xiao got out of the car, staring blankly at Meng Xinian.
Meng Xinian, carrying two bags of luggage, held one in his hand and freed the other to lead Chiang Xiao to the front of the courtyard.
"The gift I still owe you, for getting into the art academy. I can give it to you now."
He lifted his chin, gesturing.
Chiang Xiao was dumbfounded, pointing at the courtyard, stuttering, "A gift? For me? You mean, the gift is this? This courtyard?"
