Seeing Jane Sampson staring blankly at the gift, James Black furrowed his eyebrows and asked, "Do you like it?"
"Hmph, not one bit!" Jane Sampson displayed a disdainful expression, yet clearly couldn't let go of the gun, carefully playing with it.
"If you don't like it, then give it back." James Black chuckled.
"No!" Jane Sampson immediately held the gun in her arms, "You already gave it to me, how can you take it back! Are you a three-year-old child, three-year-old Black!"
"Saying one thing but meaning another." James Black directly exposed Jane Sampson's thoughts, with a counterattack, "One-year-old Jane."
Jane Sampson wasn't upset, and couldn't help but laugh, "Ignoring you!"
Then she ran out of James Black's study into the bedroom, clutching the gun and packaging box.
She did like it.
Because, by giving her these, he was sharing his years of honors with her.
