Qin Liuxi couldn't straighten up from laughing, pointing at Qin Mingchun, "Stingy poor ghost Junior Master, hahaha, she's dying of laughter."
Qin Mingchun's resentment deepened, staring at her dissatisfiedly, "I was suddenly called Junior Master, how could I have prepared any gifts for meeting, that's not my fault."
"Sure, sure, but as the new Junior Master, shouldn't you also give something?" Qin Liuxi chuckled.
Qin Mingchun stiffened slightly, somewhat embarrassed.
Well, he was indeed poor.
If the Qin family had not fallen from its peak, he would have had plenty of little treasures to offer as meeting gifts, but now, it seemed he really had nothing of worth to give.
Qin Mingchun grew anxious, wanting to rush back and rifle through the belongings in his room; he had to present some sort of gift.
"I'll make it up later," he vowed.
Qin Liuxi wanted to laugh again but held back, pinching the soft flesh on his face, "How are your studies in the academy?"
