Qing Yi shyly said: "Actually, what he meant was, since Sir can still live for more than two hundred years, one more birthday doesn't matter. But I can tell, he also wanted to come."
The shyness Qing Yi displayed in front of Qing Chen was completely different from the fierceness he showed when confronting others earlier.
Qing Chen is growing, and so is Qing Yi, but the only thing that hasn't changed is the mood Qing Yi has when he sees his own teacher.
"Come, open the gifts," Qing Yixiao said with a smile: "Sir, the gifts are all picked from my dad, they're not that valuable, don't mind them."
As he spoke, a few people behind Qing Yi opened all the boxes, revealing eight full sets of genetic potions, ranging from F-Class to B-Class...
A gasp swept through the banquet hall.
How the hell can this be not considered valuable?
