In the light drizzle, everyone wore smiles on their faces, except for Qiaoqiao who was stuck outside, jumping around like a gopher popping out of its hole:
"Brother, what about mine? What is mine?"
Until Song Tan stretched out a finger to push him aside: "It's raining, everyone hurry back inside, we can look at it later when we're indoors."
Qiaoqiao hadn't even had time to react before Song Sancheng had already swiftly unwrapped a package and was standing under the porch: "Qiaoqiao, look at this fishing rod, isn't it long? Come take a picture for me."
Wu Lan also cheerfully turned back into the house and immediately unwrapped her silk scarf gift box—it was unexpected for Song Tan, as it wasn't the silk usually favored by Lun Chuan, but rather a simple, soft chiffon.
"Oh, keeping it real, huh?" she laughed.
Lun Chuan, who had also carried a few boxes back to the living room, now watched Wu Lan drape the long red silk scarf over herself, and with a smile explained:
