Thinking about how, as a child, he was often picked up and beaten by Jing Jihan, Jing Luozhou clicked his tongue several times, unable to bear the shadows of his childhood, and wanted to pinched Mianmian's little face hard, as if to get back at the grievances he suffered as a child.
But Mianmian kept her eyes wide open looking at him, which made it impossible for him to pinch her, so he ended up poking her between the eyebrows instead and then, with an expression of disdain, obediently took out a delicate little box from a pocket of his coat hanging over his arm.
"Here, your second uncle's welcome gift, don't get too excited."
Mianmian smiled sweetly and promptly called out, "Thank you, Second Uncle!" She excitedly reached out to take it.
After receiving the gift, the little rascal who had guessed moments ago that he was Jing Jihan's son, quietly held the gift in her hand without opening it. Jing Luozhou raised his eyebrows, "Not going to open it and take a look?"
