Bao Gucheng felt a bit depressed.
His emotions surged up!
But his face remained calm as water: "Okay, then I'll go with you to pick a gift."
Zuzi suddenly raised her little face and asked with a smile: "Xiao Chenger, what kind of gift do you like?"
Bao Gucheng: "..."
Caught off guard, his mood soared and plummeted!
Did she finally notice him waiting silently in the shadows?
Bao Gucheng's Adam's apple bobbed, and he said modestly: "I like whatever Miss Zuzi gives."
Zuzi was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "Xiao Chenger, I'm asking you what kind of gifts men generally like, to avoid sending something not to Xiao Bei's tastes."
Xiao Bei = Grandpa.
Bao Gucheng: "..."
He's unworthy, ultimately he's unworthy.
The two were talking, and Xi Rubao came running from the other end of the corridor: "Sis, Sis! I wanted to get you two cups of those trendy tribute teas, but the queue is so long, it'll probably take one or two hours, so I came back to tell you... wah wah wah!"
