Ai Le looked at her parents, loving and affectionate, at her best friend, brimming with happiness. In fact, she was quite envious of them as well.
Especially Xiao Er, to have a man so wholeheartedly devoted to her, she felt happy for her as her best friend.
As long as they could be together happily, what did it matter if there was a disparity in their statuses? They could overcome any obstacle.
Would she ever find someone like Han Luoli?
Definitely not, her personality was not like Xiao Er's. With a man as cold as that, they would surely clash.
At the relaxed dinner table, just before the meal started, Han Luoli stood up, picked up the exquisite handbag he had brought. The bag wasn't too big, rather small. He reached out his long arm and handed it over, "Uncle, Aunt, just a small gift."
Ai Xiao saw this gesture and immediately stood up, surprised and flattered, hurriedly accepting it.
