Back in the car.
Qin Yiren looked up with a small, palm-sized face, her eyes filled with suggestive blinking, clearly showing a proud expression seeking praise.
Bo Jinghang chuckled softly, affectionately tapping her cute nose, and said leisurely, "You know, I don't want you to go out to work."
"Hmph, I worked hard to find this job."
Qin Yiren raised her small chin, muttering with lingering fear, "And my brother just lectured me for half a day, don't listen to that."
"Alright, but don't push yourself too hard," Bo Jinghang said, as a delicate little box appeared like magic in his hand, with a slight smile on his handsome face, "Your gift, want to open it?"
"Hmm, it looks a bit expensive?" Qin Yiren examined the gift meant for her, hesitating whether to accept it, "Jinghang, you've already given me so many things, you could just buy me something like a candied hawthorn skewer."
