"A gift is a definite must, but my visit was hasty this time, and I didn't prepare anything. If the gift isn't to your liking, I hope Miss Gu won't scorn it," Hao Jian said with a smile.
"Don't worry, even if I don't like it, I won't say so," Gu Qingcheng replied playfully.
"As magnanimous as Qingcheng is, if you pull out something too cheap, better not to embarrass yourself by showing it," Luo Ruihe mocked, clearly not planning to let Hao Jian off the hook that easily.
At that moment, all eyes were on Hao Jian, but their expressions were teasing, doubtlessly skeptical that Hao Jian could produce anything of value.
A teacher at Chinese Medicine Hospital, with a monthly salary of a few thousand yuan, what decent gift could he afford?
Swiftly, everyone saw Hao Jian pull a bottle from his pocket, place it on the table, and say, "Just a small token, no great homage, but I hope you accept it."
