"Mommy?" Little Tang Mo's voice broke the awkward atmosphere.
Su Li lowered her hands and turned her head to look at Little Tang Mo. "Hm?"
Little Tang Mo was watching them with a curious and worried expression. Su Li forced a smile. "It's nothing, go on and play."
After reassuring Little Tang Mo, Su Li glared daggers at Tang Yuanxiao.
If looks could kill, Tang Yuanxiao would have died a hundred times over.
Tang Yuanxiao coughed, took a step forward, and abruptly shoved the object in his hand into Su Li's.
"For you."
Su Li almost slapped Tang Yuanxiao on reflex. When she came to her senses, she frowned at the object in her hand.
"What is this?"
It was a wooden box, about the size of a matchbox, simple yet very delicate.
"It's for you. Take a look." After speaking, Tang Yuanxiao lowered his head and walked away, taking a few long strides as if pretending to be busy.
