With mixed feelings, Qin Bogang watched as his mother wiped her reddened eyes, then happily came over to take the cured meats, roast duck, and pastries.
"Oldest, you actually brought back so many things!"
Even the stern expression on Mr. Qin's face softened slightly.
Qin Bogang thought for a moment before deciding to speak up. "I bought these two items, and Xiao Na mailed back those two. The rest of this huge pile was all sent by Zhong Hui."
Sure enough, as soon as the words left his mouth, Mr. Qin's expression turned cold again. Old Mrs. Qin, worried he would take his anger out on all the nice things, hurriedly took everything.
Mr. Qin's voice was hoarse from years of smoking. He sneered, "Is he treating me like I'm dead? Mailing a few things back like he's giving handouts to a beggar?"
